It only took about 10 seconds after typing in my typical Saturday night away message, "laundry, dishes, knitting" to scold myself for being so pathetic, grab my bag and book, and get the heck out of my apartment. I don't live in the best town for entertaining yourself while single, but I've found that if you're going to do anything, call it a date and you're more likely to have fun. So for tonight's date, I sat in the coffee shop sipping a large vanilla latte and read about a single girl on a Jane Austen tour over New Year's. No, it wasn't my biography. I've never actually hallucinated Mr. Darcy.
On my "date" I was reminded of why the place I'm in is such a good one.
~Christmas decorations are already up, and now the town looks like a little Dickens Village
~ A professor riding around in the dark on a unicycle (the same one that rides a tricycle to work) Apparently bicycles are ridiculous.
~ The ability to have a peaceful moment, no matter where you are in the town
Getting back by 8:30 (as I was told last night, nothing good happens after 11!), I got ready for bed and cuddled on the couch with my fleece blanket and Matt Damon on TV. Now, if the music next door can stay quiet enough, I'm off to bed. Days like these are just plain good for you.
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