I woke up this morning in a bad mood. A really bad mood. For the first time all week I got up, took a shower, put on jeans, and got the heck out of my house.
I found the closest coffee shop that wasn’t a Starbucks and made a beeline there. It opened at seven, and I was there are 7:05.
The moment I walked in, I fell in love. It’s a coffee and wine bar. They call it Village 631, I call it “Heaven”. If I was going to open a business, it would be this… plus books. Everything about the ambiance is perfect. Interior exposed brick, comfy velvet chairs, soothing colors, and a playlist that could be titled “best of my own iPod.”
I ordered a latte and a breakfast burrito. “Do you have time to wait for the burrito? It’ll take about 15 minutes, because it’s made from scratch,” warned the über friendly barista. In my head, I thought “DING DING DING! YAHTZEE!” but in real life I calmly assured him I was going to be there for a while. I settled down near the window to enjoy my coffee and get some work done.
I could feel my stress and anger melt away as I sat there. By the time my burrito came, I was a whole new woman. It was delicious, and well worth the wait.
I’m going to be here a lot.