10 mins from where I live is a busy coffee shop. I have met friends, ex friends, new friends and had business meetings in there. That coffee shop has seen me in all my different moods and phases. It was also a place of comfort for my autistic son when he was a toddler. They have old rustic sofas in there that he could curl up on and let a meltdown pass, or he could sit and do some colouring in while munching on a gingerbread man. Yes I said gingerbread man, not person because I am old school and it is what it is.
That coffee shop has seen me help those in tears and those whose laughter is infectious. I have poured over documents in that place and also met my old care co ordinator for a session on my mental health.
The coffee was good, I dont drink coffee any more, but they do an excellent spiced chai and there cakes are always somewhat stale. There hot food is always just warm, so I dont eat there any more. But there is just something about the vibe of the place. I have seen staff come and go and yet its not them that has me pulled back to the place. The chairs are comfy if you get a sofa type chair, if not its the rejected church pew chairs you get to sit on. The décor is the same, but I find that its really easy to chat to God in there. Could it be a thin place? Im unsure about that one. All I do know is there is hardly a week that goes by without me popping in for a spiced chai.
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