2011//The Sign I push open the double glass doors and am instantly engulfed in a familiar scent of metal coat hangers, dusty vinyls, stale cigarette smoke, and pungent laundry deodorizer. I nod at the cashier and make my way toward the ‘Sale’ sign in the back of the store as Katy Perry’s latest hit, Last Friday Night, buzzes through the speakers overhead. As a broke college student who has just finished her first week of classes, I do not intend to purchase anything, I am only here for the familiarity. I am hopeful diving elbow deep in someone else’s junk will make me feel a little less homesick and a…