inner thrift

sometimes it feels like something's calling me, a little voice that knows what i must do next, even if i can't think of a practical reason why. even though i knew i should down to the library, maybe check a few vintage shops nearby, i felt a tug, pulling at my sleeve to go the other way. to shops i haven't been to for a while because i find them overpriced - more 'antique shop' than second-hand store.

this tug happens to me a lot. sometimes i think it's silly, sometimes i think it's OCD, but sometimes it's so persistent, i listen to it. today i listened. and i found what i was looking for, and more.