As Told by Tonya

A Familiar Place

· I've been here before ·

March 1, 2017 Comments Off on A Familiar Place

It is hard to even explain that amazing feeling when you realize just how small the world is. In an instant, in this familiar place, the watering hole of the weary, I am transported back to my home-away-from-home.

Sitting in Starbucks. The modern-day watering hole for the weary. And a familiar feeling falls over me. I’ve been here before of course. But I’m not just talking about at a Starbucks. I’ve been HERE before.

A couple miles from my home I came to this Starbucks to work on my blog–a daunting task. I don’t know anything about blogging. But yet I’ve been here before. Not the blogging, the “not knowing”, the starting a new and scary project, but pumped and motivated at a local cafe.

I’ve been here before, siting in a Starbucks, laptop open, headphones in (with no music playing),  a freshly made iced coffee ready to be enjoyed, and murmurs of the people around me, in a language that I halfway know. Korean!

I hear the women sitting afar and the men right next to my table speaking in Korean.

I’m a few minutes from home, I’ve been here before. On the other side of the planet I’ve been here before.

My hometown is an incredibly diverse suburb, full of people of every nation and culture. I hear them speaking Korean and the familiarity of the language and this situation paints a cheeky smirk on my face. A small smile in my heart because I’ve been here before, but on the other side of the world.

It is hard to even explain that amazing feeling when you realize just how small the world is. In an instant, in this familiar place, the watering hole of the weary, I am transported back to my home-away-from-home.

The men leave and I only hear the women from afar. A soft hum of Korean in the distance. The familiar moment drifts away. The women get a little louder…The moment returns!

It is incredible how a familiar place actually has no fixed location.

Tonya

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