Since I’m in York. In the buzz. I’ll be frequenting coffee shops. I’ll be writing in the outside world. This is a new experience. I used to read in coffee shops. Now I write. I’ve gotta say it, I feel kinda cool. With my silver shiny Chromebook. Sipping coffee. Writing down ideas. Living my purpose. Especially now I’ve had my haircut (pics later). I always wanted to be one of those people. Working. Drinking coffee. Looking like they’ve got their creative shit together. Now here I am.
First up is Daughter Cafe. Big windows, lots of light, tasty coffee, pleasant enough. Only thing is, if I’d know I’d be breathing in the fumes of cooking bacon the whole time, I wouldn’t have stayed. It’s not my thing. So a separate kitchen or at least an open door is essential. Coolness vibe has gone down dramatically. Luckily a coffee can be drunk extremely fast where I’m concerned so I’m about to vacate into the fresh air. Byeeee.