Wednesday, December 17, 2008

last Irish coffee

It’s a Friday morning, but it feels like a Saturday. For the past year and a half I have spent nearly every Saturday morning at our local coffee shop, Payne’s. There’s a routine to it all: I stroll in about 8:30am, sit in the same booth (second on the right, that is unless someone who doesn’t know the Saturday morning routine steals the spot), order the small Irish coffee which they usually know to make when they see me come in, say hello to the little old man that comes in every Saturday shortly after me, and sit down to my journal and whatever else awaits me for my Saturday escape.

But today is a little different. It’s Friday morning, there’s no little old man, instead of hours I only have a half of one, and outside sits a car packed and ready for a 20 hour drive to Colorado. It’s a weird feeling. After have not left Upland for so long (remind you, I lived there this summer), it almost feels like I’m leaving for college again or something of the sort. Goodbyes have been said, countless hugs given, even a few tears cried (thank you, Katie), and now it’s time for another adventure. Like most new things it’s exciting and nerve wrecking all at once, but the excitement and adventure outweigh the nerves and fear.

With that, the last cup of Irish coffee is empty meaning it is time to get on the road and let the adventure of ‘who knows what comes next’ begin.

*note: I did write this when I was actually leaving Upland, but for some reason it didn't post. I'll figure this thing out eventually...


Hi friends!

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grace and peace.