I’m in the first coffeeshop I’ve felt at home in since college.  I like the music, I like the layout, it has the right # of people doing the right things, it has girl-queers and punks and people with missing limbs and an array of tattoo styles, food that is not 100% carb, a quiet room, and wifi.  I can also walk to it easily.  The A/C is both necessary and not too much.

And thank goodness I left myself a trail of breadcrumbs in form of voicememos to get back to my book. I was so scared, so much time away.

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