Coffee Shops

I could sit at home, brew my own tea or coffee, and write, yet I'm here in a coffee shop drinking their coffee (the same I have at home) and writing. As I drank coffee, now I'm all jittery with an increased heart rate. I can't stop smiling over the various conversations I've overheard, been a part of, and the general enjoyment of watching and observing people.

I'm such a stalker.

Strangely the added noise increases my thinking and focus. And my productivity. Or maybe it is the added coffee which increases my productivity. I, however, am not documenting my time at the coffee shop with pictures. I haven't become that cliched. Yet.

In a sense, I've becoming a walking cliche. I visit coffee shops on a semi-regular basis. I drink coffee. I've done my Bible study at a coffee shop. I talk about my family and friends back home, yet this has become my new home. I have those conversations with my friends. The ladies in my church are praying that I will meet a husband. I'm changing from the person I was in Watertown to this new Bethany in Rhinelander. My past is fading away and becoming a distant memory. I can't stop looking at pictures of my nephews and sharing them with anyone who will listen. (Pictures are below of the newest Ledgerwood, Miles Garrett. I can't stop staring at his pictures!). My passion for life has grown. I go to the chiropractor semi-regularly. I'm learning all these faces in town and striking up random conversations with strangers. I talk very well about my job. I noticed that last weekend when people asked me questions about education, and I could talk for hours about it. I love what I do, and I can't understand why anyone would want a different life. I have this second family which is growing in Rhinelander. Are all those things I listed as cliches actual cliches?

Now that I've been at the coffee shop for two hours, I ought to leave as it will soon be time for me to, finally, get my haircut.

The last is my favorite, I could stare at the little guy for hours.