Day 55... coffee and familiarity

I like that the guy at the coffee shop knows my name - greets me with it every time I go in, as he cheerfully makes my coffee.  His name is Joel.   I appreciate the familiarity - of feeling settled, belonging.  It's a little reminder of the diner I left behind, of Harrison and grandma, of the friends that surrounded the table on so many days - endless pots of coffee, endless conversations.  Memories.  It's a reminder of what I'll never forget.