By Thursday of every week. The questions about the weekend regarding where we’re heading and what we’ll be doing surface. Come Friday, and even Saturday morning. By that time. Any and all ideas brought up in the prior days are more than likely, old news and we’re eventually off in a different direction. No matter the destination. The journey and stops along the way are the moments that matter the most. The complaints about traffic and conversations about the next step and the upcoming weekends. It’s the company we keep and the moments you experience together that matter. So go out and experience life. Whether you’re on the road or just around the corner. Go. Now.
One who took up four tables while doing so. Things I’ve come to both expect and accept as a coffee loving, coffee house freak. Having grown up in what could be considered as a suburb of New York City. (Jackson Heights, Queens to be exact and having lived in a section of Manhattan once known as Hell’s Kitchen. I’ve been used to feeling quite comfortable living within very varied surroundings. However, it wasn’t until I began traveling extensively, especially the country and farms. For it was on those trips and excursions that I found my true peace and happiness. So much so that, years after my move to New Jersey. I found myself opting for weekend trips to upstate towns and farms more then the possibility of hopping a train or a bus to the city. Having enjoyed both in my lifetime. I would never judge or criticize anyone for the lifestyle they choose. I’ve experienced both at different times in my life and both have provided countless rewards and lessons. I just feel that after a lifetime of city life. I might be opening up to something different. For now, my little weekend getaways are the perfect balance I’m looking for.
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