A place to sit

For the first time in my life I feel like I don't need to live anywhere in particular to find a place to sit. Finding a place to sit, in this context, simply means a place where I can think a little clearer. I am out exploring all the new places in my home town that my generation has created and I'm finding an overall creative thread. With creativity, for me, comes comfort.

Currently I am sitting inside the Friendly Fox, in Fort Wayne, IN just off of South Wayne Avenue. The coffee is sub par, but I'm a brat in that arena. The music this mid-morning is actually really good. It's raining heavily and there isn't a more accurate state of gloom on earth like the sky overhead. It's a great day for different food and a great rainy day view.

Here I have found it, the want to write again. To simply let these thoughts fly, and to let them fly without caution or care.

Moving home has been a relentless roller coaster of emotional situations. One run in after another with old friends, older friend's siblings, and people/situations that I'm just completely unprepared for. I should be focusing on the now, the emotions I need to battle, but I am focused and targeted to things that squander away my useful energy. Although I have been sort of nudged off my initial path I have been extremely productive.

For the first time in years I am surrounded by people that really care and go out of their way on a daily basis to help out everyone around them when ever they can. It's the multitude of people, all at once, that really overwhelm me. My husband has NEVER experienced community on this scale and was completely taken back by all of this as well. Since I grew up here I can imagine that it still exists and I can hope to find it somewhere else, but I've really only found this level of camaraderie in Denmark, but I was there for such short period of time that I might be subject to people disagreeing all together. I hope that my husband can find a place to sit someday too.

We all need a place to sit, think, create, or just digest. This is the type of place that may not be perfect, but I'll find another. The Friendly Fox is just around the corner and if my coffee machine is broken I won't hesitate to take a walk to this corner nook.

Between death and life there might be a coffee shop where we can all contemplate the next step, bolt of energy, or just watch from an afterlife laptop what our families in this world are doing.