Two Sweet Worlds

Just two years ago - almost to the day - I sat out on the patio at my favourite coffee shop writing about how I felt out of place, wondering how I would fit in with the urban crowd. Only a few months in my downtown apartment, freshly on sabbatical, I had no clue what the next year would bring. This afternoon I returned to my old stomping grounds and I've no doubt that I managed to carve myself a place as an urbanite. I felt quite at ease sitting in that same coffee shop rereading my thoughts captured in a spiral notebook that uncertain day.

I miss my old place sometimes. I miss its proximity to the energy of downtown, the patios of Elgin Street and the Canal. Sitting there today felt odd at first, like revisiting a love lost after the break-up, but after the first sip of coffee it felt good.

It's comforting to know that I can go back, get my fix and come home to a place that's different, but just as sweet. I write this post sitting in my shady front porch, enjoying the birds and the breeze. Cassie is curled up at my feet and I look forward to a tasty BBQ dinner of chicken and fresh asparagus with D. It seems like today I get to enjoy the best of two worlds; what more can a girl ask for?