There are a multitude of things I miss from my pre-COVID world. I miss things that I engaged in every day–I miss hugs. I miss things that were barely in my life, that don’t really matter–I miss going to the movie theaters.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much the world has changed this year. Not everything has changed drastically, or changed in a way that I cannot find the good in it–it’s not all bad. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have nostalgia. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss it.
When it comes to coffee and coffee shops, I loved sitting inside with my laptop, or a good book, tucked in my seat, sipping my drink, resting for a moment in the silence of the crowd. I loved standing at a table, diligently working, relishing the moment I took to rest–that moment when I sipped my coffee and gathered my surroundings, that moment I observed lively chats, wondered what someone was doing on their computer, imagined a story for the date unfolding in front of me.
I loved my grab and go coffee ritual, but I also loved deviating from it. The option to do so. I loved sitting outdoors on patios, but I also loved the option to sit inside.
It’s not that I can’t enjoy my coffee, it still does much of its magic. It’s not that I cannot sit outside most days, I am in southern California. It’s not that I don’t need to pick-up and run most days anyway. It’s the other things I miss, or the option that the other things symbolized and offered on any given day.
I’m not here to trivialize what has transpired, or take away from the real loss of income, business, and security that so many have experienced. Rather, I’m here with a passing thought of how nice it would be to have one of our simpler pleasures, and relive it today, when most likely we want it, and need it, the most . . .