Cafe Bound

I am sitting in a Cafe.  I am watching people walk in and walk out.  I am listening to orders.  I am listening to people joke and I am also listening to people not joke.  Coffee is serious business.

There is a table with 2 adult women and a younger man.  I am sitting directly across from him and he looks like he would rather be anywhere but here.  I can't tell if he is with his mom and maybe sister- but he is fidgeting and uncomfortable.  He keeps stepping outside every 10 or so minutes with his phone attached to his ear.  He comes back- makes eye contact and just looks like he is ready to run.

Every time I feel eyes on me I look up and he looks down.  It is funny.  I don't think it is anything other than we are across from one another and what else do you do?  You look at someone with out really looking at them but heaven forbid you get caught.

I am listening to the hiss of the steamer- and the ice getting thrown into cups.  All I can think is, this is home.  This is where I feel comfortable.  Seattle, well, it is my home away from home.  If I could live anywhere- it would be here yet again.  I miss it.  I don't miss the tax rate.  I don't miss how much it costs to own a home here- but I miss the weather.  I miss the coffee.  I miss the people.  I miss my friends.  I miss being able to go out at 9p and still have something to do. I miss the cultural diversity.  I don't miss the smell of urine in Chinatown.  hahaha.

The grass is always greener and then you end up on the other side.  How can you miss two places at once.  Home and "home". Sigh.