So, I'm an addict. I mean, beyond an addict. It's not just the coffee...it's the atmosphere. In my Santa Monica Starbucks I frequent, there are these little corner seating areas that are a bit hidden behind a wall with booth seats. So, I get my own little corner...it's wonderful! These corners are coveted, and I usually win out...because I always get what I want. The other Starbucks that I frequent has the best outdoor seating...I just wish it had outdoor power outlets...sigh...
This week has been a week of extremes. I have gone from living on my own in an 800 sq ft apartment to living in a 600 sq ft apartment with a boy. I don't like living with people. I like my space...I like to do things the way I want to do them...I like to walk around naked. I like to sing and dance around the house...I can't do that here. Then, there's being 1500 miles away from everything I know and love. I'm not really feeling it yet, but it's the idea. And there's the fact that I scheduled my first week here to be free of anything in order to get acclimated. I'm someone that functions better doing something when there's big change or I flip out. So, I've been flipping out all week...I should know me better than that.
Back to Starbucks: So, it's funny. I sit here watching my surroundings. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, in film meet at Starbucks. For one, Santa Monica is a place where big industry people live and work. So, Starbucks has become this meeting place for all these industry folk. So, this morning, again walk in the men and women with their screenplays in hand to order venti sugar-free vanilla nonfat lattes and to meet with potential financial backers. Then, there are the writers sitting all over the store drafting the next big movie or tv series on their macbook pro.
I sit and observe. I wonder what they think of me with my grande soy with whip pumpkin spice latte and my Toshiba laptop? Who knows if they even notice me...
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