Post by Aneara O'Sullivan on Oct 23, 2008 21:30:37 GMT -5
Kay so, the shopping here pretty much owns Lawrence. Aneara crossed her arms, her head tilted to one side. The window before her displayed tall, thin mannequins in beautiful clothing she could never dream of affording.
But looking was always fun.
Her parents sent her money when they could, and she held a job while in the country in order to live, but she still wished she could shop like she did at home. She couldn't help but miss Massachusetts Street, the main road in Lawrence that held the life of the town off the KU campus. Fashion was so much more different in Japan, more than she expected. She figured that yeah, it would be a bit different, but since there was so much cultural diffusion, it wouldn't be too different.
But oh, she was wrong.
General clothing was pretty much the same, but "popular" fashion was a lot different in Domino City than the small town of Lawrence in the middle of the United States. Granted, she really liked the stores in the small college town, but everything in Domino City was much more glamorous. And, being a girl, she liked that.
Well, I guess I'll check somewhere else.
Whistfully, she stole a glance at the beautiful clothing in the window. Turning away (by force, of course), she pulled up the straps on her purse and continued on her way, her heels clicking on the cement beneath her feet. It was a warm, breezy day, and if she said so herself, the weather was cause for an amazing hair day.
Thoughts drifted in every direction, stores passed quickly with the time, and soon she felt something heavy on her heart. She missed home, and the more she thought about her old dorm room, her parents, and the city she adored, she couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. Her thoughts carried her so far, she almost didn't notice when her shoulder hit somebody. "Sorry!" She said, trying to sound sincere, but it came out more absent and distracted.
But looking was always fun.
Her parents sent her money when they could, and she held a job while in the country in order to live, but she still wished she could shop like she did at home. She couldn't help but miss Massachusetts Street, the main road in Lawrence that held the life of the town off the KU campus. Fashion was so much more different in Japan, more than she expected. She figured that yeah, it would be a bit different, but since there was so much cultural diffusion, it wouldn't be too different.
But oh, she was wrong.
General clothing was pretty much the same, but "popular" fashion was a lot different in Domino City than the small town of Lawrence in the middle of the United States. Granted, she really liked the stores in the small college town, but everything in Domino City was much more glamorous. And, being a girl, she liked that.
Well, I guess I'll check somewhere else.
Whistfully, she stole a glance at the beautiful clothing in the window. Turning away (by force, of course), she pulled up the straps on her purse and continued on her way, her heels clicking on the cement beneath her feet. It was a warm, breezy day, and if she said so herself, the weather was cause for an amazing hair day.
Thoughts drifted in every direction, stores passed quickly with the time, and soon she felt something heavy on her heart. She missed home, and the more she thought about her old dorm room, her parents, and the city she adored, she couldn't help but feel slightly depressed. Her thoughts carried her so far, she almost didn't notice when her shoulder hit somebody. "Sorry!" She said, trying to sound sincere, but it came out more absent and distracted.
