Sometimes you plan to be really productive on the day you don’t have class but then you wake up to your body remembering that you were sick in a foreign country 10 years ago (or maybe just needing a break? but you read the meaning into it anyway) so you spend all morning reading the internet under a weighted blanket and then take yourself out for coffee instead. 
Also sometimes, weirdly, the coffee shop you pick (one you’ve never visited) feels like the exact place you pictured yourself spending all your time when you lived in Berlin in 2009, down to the music and tchotchkes. And even though it probably doesn’t actually mean anything and is just a coincidence, it feels weirdly like you’ve closed a loop in your early adult development. Like maybe biking here to this 2005-chic coffee shop on a Tuesday in doc martens and black jeans to read all afternoon is the kind of thing you pictured yourself doing in your 20s and you’d never gotten it quite right until today.
weary traveler 