Right now I'm sitting in an old coffee shop on Georgetown square. This place used to be something else. It used to be owned by this dynamic family, run by dynamic people and with the aesthetics of a truly unique shop. Now it's sort of...mainstream (and I use this word lightly, not in its typical sense.) It has a lot less uniqueness. Cool thing is, though, it hasn't stopped being an enchanting place where memories are made over a muffin and a cup.
Right now as I sit in this coffee shop, there is a girl and a woman to my right talking about college. Talking about housing, what to major in, what to expect, and all this other stuff. And it's probably one of the most frustrating things ever to me. Why? Because it reminds me of when I was in the same boat. I hardly knew what I was talking about or what I was going in to. I was uncertain about so many things. I had so many incorrect premonitions. And looking at how far I've come, I'd hate to be in that place again. This conversation is frustrating.
I suppose it's also a sweet reminder of just how far I've come. I'm in a different place for sure. But then... I suppose I'm also in the same place as this girl, as I was before. I graduate college in May 2015 and I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing or what I want to do. At least this girl to my right is hashing it out with someone. I'm almost afraid to. I'm almost afraid to think about the future because when I start aligning options, it becomes more real. And right now, I'm so content where I am.
But I'm not. This past semester has been the best one I have ever lived. I am so full of joy when I think of the memories I've made. And part of me doesn't want this crazy, special undergrad college time to end. Another part of me can't wait for the adventures ahead. A part of me does think about the future and dreams of all the possibilities and is always telling myself not to let them slip away. Don't stop living this life you love, no matter where you are.
My thoughts jumble. Some guy just walked by and called me my sister Kymbrly. It makes sense—this is her hub and we are basically twins. My thoughts jumble. This girl has already graduated high school? I'm confused. My thoughts jumble. I have a page of writing I've left unfinished to write this here blog post. My thoughts jumble. God? Hello. Hi. Here we go. 
The ghost of a good conversation amongst friends, this the empty table at a coffee shop.
