Dear Trader Joes,
I've become increasingly restless with our long distance relationship. Three hours each way is too far for me to have to travel each time I want to see you. I'm not saying you're not worth the drive, and the gas, but my life just won't feel complete until you move closer.
I know that you have many other admirers. I know that other cities need you too. But here in Roanoke, we need you more. If you came to Roanoke, enthusiasts from all over southwestern Virginia would drive in to shop with you. There's already a facebook fan page called "Bring Trader Joes to Roanoke". You would be so well received.
Some days, I can barely make it through the day, because I am overcome with cravings. Oh mango mochi balls, peanut butter filled chocolate pretzels, garlic fries, European mocha yogurt, sparkling wine and balsalmic roasted veggies. Where are you in my time of need? A 3 hour drive each way, that's where! And now, here we are close to the holidays, and my shelves are empty of peppermint joe joes. What's a girl to do? How will I survive?
Oh, Joe (you don't mind if I call you Joe, do you?), please move to Roanoke. I realize that other cities may be more glamorous than us. But we're really friendly down here. We have that whole southern hospitality thing going on. And you'll never grow tired of the beauty of our blue mountains. Joe, if you come to Roanoke, I pledge to review one product a week on my blog for an entire year! That's how much I love you. Won't you consider it? Pretty please?
And Shriveling Away Without Your Hummus,