Thoughts from Starbucks

I wrote this a few days ago in Starbucks, which I tried out because I'm searching for my new home for productive internet use. I have access at home, but I never seem to do what I need to do when I'm there; hence the search. Enjoy the spatterings of thought...

I never thought I’d breathe a sigh of relief after entering a Starbucks, but here I am, finding comfort with that green-circled goddess.

December 7, 2009: I officially am sick of living at home. I miss the unhurried streets of downtown Bozeman, the locally owned stores, the proximity of everything to everything else, the free bus system… Even more than these, though, I miss buying my own groceries and knowing exactly what’s in the cupboard, a comfortable place to relax, uncrowded by trivial possessions like beds and dressers and an overabundance of clothes. A place I can call my own. A place, in essence, to call Home.

If home is where the heart is, then my Home isn’t where I grew up; it’s somewhere in the wooded Appalachians or, dare I say it, out among the Rockies. At least, in the present time. For a while, my home was in the past with my college friends, 2002-2005. I’ve moved far enough now that my home is in the future. It’s still not Now. Fortunately, that means I can look forward to coming Home, instead of always missing it.

And so it seems Starbucks won’t let me use their internet unless I have a member card. *gag* I think my REI card would kick it out. Well, fair enough. I was just starting to like the place – cheaper prices than my usual stop in Bozeman – but now I have an excuse to dislike them again, along with the traditional bleeding-heart objections.

Just spotted a girl across the shop and thought, “Hey, she’s kinda cute.” Then I realized she was with her mother working on calculus. Ruh-roh…

I realized today that my hair style is straight out of the ‘80s. Need to fix that.

Google Chrome is the bomb.com.

Shorter non-sequitur.

Even shorter.

Shortest!

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So that's that. There's always more to add, but rarely time/will to add it. And yet I think I'll be posting more often. No promises, though.