seven [j.m.k]

II

It's been two weeks since I saw who I thought was Josh, and while I have a small thought that it might've been, I've accepted that it's probably not him.

And for the past two weeks, it's what I've been consumed with. I would think about him while I made breakfast, while I watched TV, and while I poured iced coffees at work. If it was Josh he would've recognized me right? It doesn't matter, though. I was moved away from home for a reason, and I'm here for a reason. Even if after 15 years it doesn't feel like home. After we moved my mom made no effort to try to contact Josh and his family, so I've kind of accepted that it was fate that him and I were seperated.

Well anyways, today I have a day off and I've decided it will be spent not thinking of my long lost childhood bestfriend. I'm going to make some breakfast and spend a day just walking around town. The sun was shining and the weather was perfect.

Finally, I sat up and looked to my left. Empty. That side of the bed always was, except on Monday-Wednesday. My boyfriend, Eli, works in the next state over and we only see each other a few days a week. I'm sure he's fine with it, becasue he gets to hang out with all of his cool friends all time. But the loneliness is rough for me, especially now that Carrie is with Danny 24/7. I really should get a cat or something.

But on days like today, I like the solitude. It's perfect time to walk around town without anybody counting on me to be back at a certain time.

My feet hit the hardwood beside my bed and I stretched my arms out, yawing and trying to get my muscles to work. I padded into the kitchen and turned my kettle on before pouring myself a cup of tea.

I threw a sweatshirt on before sliding on my slippers and stepping out the door. I beelined to the steps to the roof, and slowly climbed up them.

It was early enough that no one was up here, and I sat down on one of the plastic chairs. The early morning air was still a bit chilly, but my tea quickly warmed me up.

It was mostly silent, all except the chirping birds. I breathed in the morning, feeling like I was inhaling the sun and gaining its energy.

I looked out at the city, glancing at all the different people on their way to work. Thank god I have today off.

Honestly, I like my job. I'm a barista in one of the small and cute coffee shops, and while it doesn't pay trillions, it gives me what I need. After I finished my tea I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the weather, before I decided it was about time to start my day.

I climbed quickly down the stairs, holding on to the mug that Carrie made me, careful not to drop it. When I got back inside I placed my mug in the sink and walked straight to my closet.

I decided on a pair of loose jeans and an old sweater my mom gave me. The sweater was warm and soft, with little threads poking out in random places. My hair was brushed through and sneakers were slid on.

On my way out I grabbed a croissant, nibbling it as I walked down the cobblestone road. I plugged in my earbuds and clicked on my favorite playlist, letting the music fill my brain. The sun was warm and the air was cold, which was a perfect balance for me.

I stopped by the coffee shop, picking up whatever the other barista wanted to make me. It was a pumpkin drink, and it was very tasty. I kicked at the leaves in front of me as I walked down the street, wishing I could do this year round.

As I neared one of the parks, I noticed a few vendors lined up, and I stopped to view their shops. There was a good mix of jewelry makers, soap makers, and small southern boutiques from just outside of town, but one particular tent caught my eye.

There were tables lined with different crystals and other kinds of gems and rocks. There were tapestries hanging in the corner and cool jewelry hung from the ceilings. There were a bunch of rings too, all with different designs and patterns.