I stroll in at 7:30, look around and the place is empty. Absolute bliss. I get my choice of seat, any seat. Do I want to be sitting in the sun? in the shade? Hardback chair? By the window? I spend a good couple of minutes deciding in my head as my order arrives. Heaven knows what I must look like now to the girl behind the counter.
I’m back at the local coffee shop. Those who know me best will know I don’t even like coffee, but as I regularly point out, they do serve other drinks. The idea of popping out to the local Starbucks was never my cup of tea – yes, I had to throw that in – but recently I find myself doing it more and more.
Why? Consider it a form of self-care. Not the drink itself, not the walk (I do plenty of that anyway), but just being there. I live alone and know very few in the area outside of work, so my social calendar is hardly bustling. I struggle to socialise and feel incredibly uncomfortable in most social situations, that doesn’t help. Sure, I get lonely quite often. Most of the time I cope with that. I’ve got pretty used to it. This isn’t a whole pity me situation – most of the time I like the lack of people.