coffee shop | lrh au

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Near central New York City they have a tiny coffee shop just fifteen minutes from Times Square.
That's where I work. And have been for the past year. When I first came to New York, I had no idea what to do. Where would I be working? Where would I be living?
It just so happened that my childhood friend from back home, Cait who moved away when we were fourteen, now lived in a beautiful apartment in Brooklyn.

I met her again after many years the day I had just arrived. As I was walking trough the city with nothing but a purse with only the most necessary things in it. And that's when I saw her. She had changed a lot, but not enough for me to not know who she was.
I walked up to her and we started talking. She insisted on buying me coffee at this tiny little place she knows and we spent hours talking. As it turned out, we didn't change much at all since we were fourteen. Sure we did change, but we did not grow apart. We liked the same books, the same movies, and even the same coffee.
So, she asked me what brought me all the way from the little town near London, to the gigantic city of New York.
All I said was "I was tired."
Sick and tired of just being another puzzle piece no one knew where to place. If you take a puzzle and throw away one piece, you wont even notice. There might be a little something missing, but you still get the idea of the overall picture.
And hell, was I tired of the same old puzzle. One puzzle is always the same. The same picture, the same pieces, the same everything.
I wanted to come home one day and be able to look everyone in the eye, and once and for all not be a piece in their horrific puzzle of rules and regulations.

For the first time in my life I finally took a stand. Throughout all of your life people always tell you what you might be good at when you get older.
For instance, you might be good at drawing they'll tell you that you might a good designer. Or you might be good at cooking, boom, you're going to be a chef.
I was always good at helping people. Reading them and analyse them. And that's why everyone wanted me to be a therapist.
That was obviously not what I wanted. What I wanted was still unclear until I found the coffee shop. Then it was obvious. The coffee shop was my thing.
Coffee is not just a drink. Coffee is how you feel, how you're going to feel after drinking it. As a barista, your job is to make people feel comfortable. I was good at this.

The coffee shop had the most calm and comfortably quiet energy
I have ever come across in my entire life. People came there to read their favourite books, talk about their favourite memories, and some people even came there for dates.
The place was an adventure. Some adventures ended there, and some started.
The one year I have been working there, I have seen all sorts of adventures, good endings, bad endings, and those endings that leave you wondering how it actually ended.

When is it time for my adventure?