I spend an inordinate amount of time sitting in local coffee shops and watching the world (or at least my little piece of the world - namely Wolfville) go by. Sometimes bits of it comes in and chats or smiles at me or gives me a hug. Sometimes it just leaves me to myself to read or check my email. Once in a while it bites, or can be mind-boggling boring, or belabours moments of bittersweet. But mostly it's cosy and joyful and I can't imagine wanting to move from here. This is odd because "moving" has been a major part of my existence for most of my life. Things change, get bad, get stale, throw a teaparty and I decide to move. By my personal chronological clock, I'm way overdue for a move (by almost two years!).
Perhaps "stay" is the new me? We shall see...
