I no longer have a writing ‘office’.
Déjà vu you’re thinking.
Yes, I’ve been here and blogged about it before. But this time I thought I'd found 'the one'.
What possesses a popular café to do a refurb downgrade?
The gorgeous rustic menu board above the counter? Gone!
Replaced by a digital menu.
Plastic greenery is everywhere like an unpleasant rash.
I could try ignoring all that (after all I’m writing, not gazing at the décor) but I can’t.
Even worse, the menu has been turned upside down and all my 'go to' eats, shaken out. It's a shadow of its glorious past.
The once chilled and friendly staff have long faces and i don't blame them.
Atmosphere nil.
So, I’m café hunting… again. And this is where I’m torn.
A writing friend told me the name of the café she goes to write. So, on the weekend, I popped by this café to write and oh, it was so right. Low-key, similar layout to my old café (in its better days). Great soy chai. Perfect writing atmosphere.
But I feel so guilty! Is this stealing?