Old habits die hard. Which is why I found myself sitting with a frothy coffee at a local coffee shop at 8am this morning. Again. I’m a train running on the same old track: drop R off at the station just before 8am, drive up the boulevard to a free parking spot and wait for the day to start. In a coffee shop, naturally.
The competitive spirit is still there: must get a free parking place so I need to be there early. Extra early.
And so I sit with the others who are passing time with a caffeine fix. Some are waiting to start work, they are the suited and booted with integral mobile. Others, like me, are just kicking back. You can tell by their need to watch the world go by as though starved of human life and interaction. I’m watching so I class myself amongst that number.
I am feeling uncomfortable. Afterall, I am alarmingly close to my old office and I run the risk of bumping into former colleagues. What will they think of me sitting here at 8.20am there really is no need to be? Will they mark me down as sad and unable to move on? And what will I say if they raise my sudden departure? Should I take the chance to be bitchy or do I go for the ‘simply time to move on’ approach?
Is a free parking spot worth this hassle?
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