Saving

Earlier this year, i fell in love with a coffee shop. I needed a place to do things like study outside the house. I was drawn to its mix of new and old - sewing machines, books, decor. Also, the shop's emptiness my first time there had me envisioning myself as the saviour...it would wither without me eating and drinking there.

Turns out i was wrong about the coffee shop needing a saviour.

I've been back a lot these few months, and its often busy. Then with a couple friends visiting today i came into the shop to show it off. And in our chill time before breakfast, i pulled a book off the shelf that spoke to me. It talks about loneliness, home, and change. That the book is in Arabic also helps me feel connected to the language...something ive grappled with for a while.

This is all to say the tables have turned. Im the one who needed help with loneliness and more; and the coffee shop saved me. Not the other way around.