Coffee for One.

October 17, 2015

I woke today looking at my phone on the ground. It fell all the way from my dorm bunk bed.

I woke up today with a sore throat. I am getting sick and I can feel it.

I woke up today and went for a 30 minute run. I remembered a woman I met in St. Lucia named Chemida. She was strong and beautiful. When she felt sick she ran it out. Except it is hot in St. Lucia and it was cold here. Does that mean I will get more sick? The grass was still glazed with icy frost and my breath puffed out of my mouth when I breathed. But I put in my earphones and did it anyways.

Afterwards, I let the warm water wash away my goosebumps. I stayed in the shower for a while and got ready slowly.

I hadn’t had coffee yet. I decided because it was a Saturday that it was okay to let the Keurig have a rest and buy a special coffee. I got in my car at the edge of the parking lot. I didn’t know where I was going. While I was driving, I still didn’t know. River Falls? Hudson? Woodbury? Stillwater? Twin Cities? I drove through River Falls. I drove through Hudson. I was crossing the bridge to Woodbury when I suddenly changed lanes to exit to Stillwater.

I still didn’t really know where I was going. I was content with simply driving.

A large Maple Spice Latte with whipped cream is probably really bad for you, but that’s what I paid almost five dollars for. I sat inside for a while, typing away, but the deck looked irresistible so I relocated. It was brisk, but the sunshine kept me just comfortable enough to stay.

I walked around Stillwater after that. I bought a notebook for a dollar at Mara Mi. I think it’s going to be my new prayer journal.

And then I just drove back home. To my dorm.

Is a dorm a home? I guess it can be.

Is River Falls my home? Sometimes I wonder if this is where I am supposed to be.

I think it is.

I hadn’t talked to anyone all day. Not a single word — except obviously to order my latte. But nothing until Codi, Emily, and Levi joined me for supper.

I just realized now that I always have this urge to write down everything. Everything about my day. And that is what I miss about having “someone”. You can talk to them about your day. Everything. The dumb stupid little things. I love that. They ask you. And they care.

Right now, I don’t have a person.

So I guess I will just continue ordering coffee for one.

At least until someone special comes along and orders one too.