There’s some unworldly power and a unique combination of elements that makes sitting in a coffee shop so appealing. Whether its the smell of freshly ground coffee, the quiet indie music playing in the background, or the chatter that fills the cafe, it makes me extremely happy. I’ve come to learn that bringing a laptop to a coffee shop is sacrilegious, so I never bring mine and silently judge those around me who incessantly tap away at their keyboards. Instead, I bring the bare essentials: a ballpoint pen (preferably purple), my journal, and my iPhone (to listen to music ONLY). I order a mocha or a cinnamon dolce latte or a caramel macchiato or another deliciously sinful caffeinated drink and sit down at a table by myself. Such an act never makes me feel like a loner. In all honestly, it makes me so comfortable that I forget I’m in a public place and get transferred to my own secret (caffeine-induced) world. This oasis away from reality helps me self-reflect; I’m honest and straightforward and feel so damn refreshed after leaving. I adore coffee dates with myself.