Saturday, December 12, 2009


The best place. A coffee shop? A pub? A retreat center? A cubicle? A nook?

Two-for-one bargain: my new, roommate-free apartment. Seriously. NO. ONE. ELSE. lives there. Do you know when the last time this was true in my life? That's right, never. Yes, the ceiling is hideous institutional drop-down tile, and it's true that the front and back porch lights turn on and off mysteriously (well, not SO mysteriously, given that I have no light switches for either of them. someone else obviously does). But it's just me. All the time.

And, bonus, that gloriously empty space is just across the street from my favorite table in the sunny front half of Mill Mountain Coffee. If only I was home more often to occupy it.

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