Dear Humans,

Yesterday as I walked through the automatic sliding doors of my nearest retail mecca, I held a hope in my heart that I would find the thing that would fulfill me: the perfect acrylic organizer that would order my life or the pair of shoes that would really show the person I am.

Of course, I didn’t. It’s nice to be able to buy the things we want, but the things we need are not for sale. They’re inside one another.

I returned home to make gooey grilled cheese sandwiches and watch Harry Potter with my family. And although I probably didn’t notice it at the time, that was exactly what I was looking for.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck