The Cliched Awesomeness of Coffee Shops and Writing (Part I)
I'm writing from my favorite coffee shop. Ever. I have not written at any coffee shop in a long time. I don't think since I moved into my current place with my boys. The town/city I live in now does NOT have a coffee shop.
What the hell.
The town has its charms, but I'm not exactly sure what to make of a population of people who do no value or support a coffee shop. There was one here. But it did not do well and closed. I will be glad to leave that city.
At the same time, I have become comfortable in that town, in our home, in my job, in the school my boys go to, in our routine. Enough to make me question taking the new position (I've already accepted). Enough to instill a healthy dose of fear and anxiety. But things are falling into place as the move date approaches, as more unknowns become knowns.
The new city I'm moving to--attached to the new job I'll be starting next month--has tons of coffee. The city in general is a much better fit for me. And not just because of the coffee shops. I found our new townhouse yesterday. I'm subletting for several months and then I plan to buy next spring.
But back to coffee shops, I know its cliche, but I have done tons of writing--GOOD writing--at coffee shops. I basically wrote my way through my education at coffee shops. I like the background noise and chatter of other people enjoying their coffees, writing, quietly socializing, etc. That somehow keeps my more focused. I am much less productive at home. It's too comfortable. Too easy to do...nothing. The lure of slacking off is powerful. The lure of doing something else--housework, reading, organizing--somehow seems to weigh heavier as I sit there.
To be continued...
What the hell.
The town has its charms, but I'm not exactly sure what to make of a population of people who do no value or support a coffee shop. There was one here. But it did not do well and closed. I will be glad to leave that city.
At the same time, I have become comfortable in that town, in our home, in my job, in the school my boys go to, in our routine. Enough to make me question taking the new position (I've already accepted). Enough to instill a healthy dose of fear and anxiety. But things are falling into place as the move date approaches, as more unknowns become knowns.
The new city I'm moving to--attached to the new job I'll be starting next month--has tons of coffee. The city in general is a much better fit for me. And not just because of the coffee shops. I found our new townhouse yesterday. I'm subletting for several months and then I plan to buy next spring.
But back to coffee shops, I know its cliche, but I have done tons of writing--GOOD writing--at coffee shops. I basically wrote my way through my education at coffee shops. I like the background noise and chatter of other people enjoying their coffees, writing, quietly socializing, etc. That somehow keeps my more focused. I am much less productive at home. It's too comfortable. Too easy to do...nothing. The lure of slacking off is powerful. The lure of doing something else--housework, reading, organizing--somehow seems to weigh heavier as I sit there.
To be continued...
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