Somehow… I’ve become a mall person. It started innocently enough an exchange at Macy’s for my birthday perfume. No big deal. Or so I thought. Because the moment I walked into the mall, I was instantly transported back to 1990s teenage me. The vibes hit immediately.

I was darting in and out of stores like I had places to be. Asking for makeup samples like it was my full-time job. Just wandering, observing, existing. And suddenly, the mall wasn’t just a mall it was a feeling. Nostalgia. Comfort. A little sparkle of joy I didn’t know I missed.

Now I’m toying with the idea of making the mall a weekly thing. Which honestly makes me laugh because… who am I? A mall person? I never saw that coming. But here we are and I like it. It’s not even about buying things. It’s about the aesthetics. The people-watching. The energy. The soft chaos of it all.

The funniest part? I was completely against moving so close to the mall. I thought it would be annoying. Distracting. Too much. Turns out I was wrong. Very wrong. I’m loving everything about these mall vibes, and this random little joy that found me unexpectedly.

This newness is unplanned, unnecessary, and totally delightful. And honestly? I’m all in 💛