The other day, my hubby and I stopped by the coffee shop across the street. He’d been there a few times before. I, on the other hand, head over with the girls a few times a week.
“So everybody knows you here, right?” Stanton said.
“They do.” Then I noted, “That’s a good quote.”
“It’s the song from that show. You know.”
“Well…not exactly.” 🙂
How wonderful, though, to be somewhere “where everybody knows your name.” What a comfort to walk through the door and feel at home.
Besides your home, what are the “places” in your life? The spots that are like second nature to you? Your hangouts, or your kids’?
I remember moving here to San Antonio in 2009. The only people I knew then were Stanton, his parents, and his two best friends. I remember feeling small in a big place.
I had a similar feeling a couple of weeks into my freshman year of college. One evening, I walked outside. I found myself at the Greek Theater, one of many beautiful spots at the University of Richmond. And among all that beauty, I began to cry. I just didn’t feel as if I belonged there.
Until I did. Until I found my “people,” and my places.
Writing connected me, both times, to my two new worlds. In college, I found a home in the English Department. I was a proud bookworm, working on creative writing projects and later spearheading the literary magazine. And in San Antonio, I started a blog about being “Not From Here.” “Not From Here” put me in touch with other writers and, ultimately, a full-time writing job. I loved that job as much as I loved the new colleagues I got to know there.
My people, and my places.
Beginnings are hard, usually. The beginning of something new.
College. A new city. Any transition in your life.
In every transition, finding your new routine can be helpful. Life-saving, even. And finding your new people—that’s life-saving for sure.
I transitioned from working part-time, and having routine conversations with various writing clients, to staying home with my daughters earlier this year. I said indefinite good-byes to those clients, those conversations. I never expected that for this season of my life, I’d find my new people at the coffee shop across the street.
But then again, I never expected I’d meet my standing coffee date in college either, a few months after that night in the Greek Theater.
“What’s that saying, God laughs at man’s plans?”
I looked across the table at Stanton. “Something like that.”
Yes. I did.
“OK, chai tea latte and coffee.” Tricia set our drinks down. “Enjoy, guys.”
I took a sip of my chai.
“Always is,” I told him.
What are the places in your life? And who’s been there with you?
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