coffee days
One of my favorite places must be here.
This place always seems like a home to me. A nice family owns it and I’ve been coming here for some time. It’s good to sit. To think. To write. Never feel rushed although today I did not get the table I always want. It never matters. This is it. My morning defined. My life has been not defined by what came before. Those things cannot matter. They’ve happened.
Instead I’ve found this strange and wonderful life in Cambodia. Sometimes feels like I will never understand its tempo and people. We are outside. No amount of local food and living in a Khmer neighborhood does anything to change just how different we are.
That’s why I find the coffee mornings a step out. A step to find a life that’s not bounded. Best way to start is coffee.
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