The Best Little Things in Life are Free
Feb. 3rd, 2009 | 05:37 am
In New York, I was always envious of people who could walk into a coffee place and the guy behind the counter would know them so well he would just start fixing their order, without any exchange of words. It took me more than 10 years to get to that stage, but at the very end of my tenure in New York I finally achieved it: I would enter my little spot on Eighth Avenue and, with nothing more than maybe a nod of acknowledgment, my buddy prepared my personal choice: drip coffee with steamed milk.
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From Doris #14
Jun. 21st, 2008 | 10:56 am
I don't want to take this time for granted, or assume things without giving people a chance. I should have looked more at the lights on the water reflected from the city, without having to be reminded that it might be the only time we ever see it from out there. I should have gotten up to catch the bridal boquet instead of mumbling in the corner about how I hate those kinds of things. I don't want to revel in every minute, but I also don't want to take it for granted, don't want to forget it or think of only bits and pieces, or the parts that failed and the frustration of it all when we're wrapped up in it. When I take a step back, I can see the accomplishments, and how this is the life I've always wanted. Drawn out I see not a lost wandering and getting nowhere, but nearly a straight, concrete path.
