It’s been a while since I’ve been to a swap meet. When I think of swap meets, I’m reminded of my visit to Vietnam, back when I was 8 years old. I remember the streets hustling with customers and pedestrians and all the small shops holding their goods on display in hopes that they’d catch the attention of a nearby onlooker. It’s strange to see how a similar culture exists here in American too. It’s sorta nostalgic, really.
I’ve been meaning to go to a swap meet, to see what unique trinkets they present. There were lots, but most of them were a feast for my eyes, and not for my wallet. I didn’t walk out with much - just two books - but there were so many things that I wanted to purchase (I didn’t know where or what I would do with those items if I bought it, so I put them back). But it was good to spend time outside of the house with my family; it’s a rare thing you know, a day where all family members are free.