Dear Target,

Wow. I don't even know where to begin. Because that is exactly how I feel when I enter your beautiful red doors. Do I start in the woman's clothing section to look at your cardigans or patterned dresses? Do I head straight for the shoes? Do I take a stop in the aisles of affordable makeup? Cute home accessories? Office supplies? Swimsuits? FOOD?

Target, you feel like home. You are the place I went every year to pick out school supplies. You are where I bought my first tube of mascara, and second, and every one after that. You are where I used to get all of my Gameboy games with all of those gift cards after Christmas. You are where my mom always took us when she needed to run errands, and we never complained. Every Target looks relatively similar. RED. So, if ever I need a home away from home, I know that going here, I will never miss the Target.

Target, you are a slice of heaven. In fact, some stores, are a slice of heaven with a scoop of ice cream and sprinkles. Why? Starbucks inside Target. This is the most beautiful thing in the whole entire universe. You can grab your Skinny Peppermint Mocha and do your Christmas shopping IN THE SAME PLACE. Does life get much better?

Here is my problem with you, my friend. I never, EVER spend less money than I thought I would in your beautiful stores. In fact, I always get to the check out and think, "Oh boy, you've done it again, you sneaky little Target, you." I not only have the notebook and pair of socks I originally came in for, but also a set of colored pens, another swimsuit, a candle and nail polish.

So, Target, you are the blessing to my heart and the bane of my wallet. Thanks for always being there, even when you were there for me way more than I needed you to be.

Bullseye.