Dear Anthro

Dear Anthro,
Sometimes I feel like you're one of the few who really get me. You know, really, really understand who I am and what I'm about. I don't even mind that you know how to use that knowledge to make me pine for things in your store like I do for no other. Why? Because I'm convinced. I don't want the product. I want the lifestyle. Book covered walls, butterflies haphazardly affixed to cardboard pieces, a bathroom consumed by plants. I mean honestly, I'm so much closer to this reality than a tidy space where everything has been planned to perfection. So anyway, thanks, it means a lot.