Cities are growing organisms. The stores, restaurants, and even people in any city appear, sometimes get bigger, sometimes shrink and can also disappear. It makes no sense for a visitor who has been a long time gone to wander the streets trying to see only what you used to know.
Yet it seems to be second nature to look for what you remember. And so it was that I found myself at an old favorite coffee shop. It has it all, really. Location: across the street from the UC Berkeley campus and a block from where I used to live. Patio: lots of seating outside, both in the shade and in the sun. Plus good cocoa, tasty pastries and fast service.
I guess seeking out the familiar can be nostalgic and delicious at the same time.
Plot? MC stops at a state forest on the way home to parents
Word Count? 28,810 (still ahead)