...in which I screw up, buy stuff, and recognize there's a deeper problem...
...in which I'm stunned it's been two months of not shopping, and compare it to dieting...
...in which unashamedly admit how happy the mall makes me...
...in which a job I hated drove me to spend money hand over fist just to feel better.
...in which I can't bring myself to spend money even on my birthday, while still realizing the addiction is there.
...in which my mother puts a couch in the kitchen and imagines a 'so nice' future.
...in which I find multiple staplers and discover my neighbor's a drug dealer.
...in which I reflect on the small changes to my daily routine, including my switch from credit to cash.
...in which I accept the Freezer Challenge and eat things I should have thrown out.
...in which I blame my Japanese heritage for linking shopping with travel.