"Good call, dad."
Micrommunity
Sitting in a small-town coffee shop reading my book and enjoying a coffee cake. No frills, but clean and bright and surprisingly spacious. A group a dozen or so older ladies is gathered around a table engaging in lively and friendly conversation…well, conversations. A wonderful group of friends perfectly comfortable and happy to spend time with one another and discussing anything and everything that comes to mind. They’re a community unto themselves and a microcosm of small-town life. Even a fly on the wall, I feel both relaxed and energized by their presence, which seems to emanate “welcome.”
The Curse of Routine
I’m feeling the need to have some prolonged solo time. I love having access to my parents and the natural beauty of my childhood home, but I’m finding myself mired into an adopted routine that best matches the routine of my parents. The best way to break from that routine might be a change of scenery and some dedicated alone time. Then again, I might find myself distracted by the lack of regular social interaction. Only one way to find out.
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