Saturday Morning (and Afternoon) Routine
In my former coupled life, I spent most Saturday mornings with my (ex)boyfriend at our favorite coffeeshop. We would languish there for hours, drinking coffee, reading the comics and Best Buy ads, and just enjoy a quiet weekend routine, together.
This is no more.
Upon entering my new single life, I couldn’t continue going to my favorite coffeshop (what if he was there? with a girl? AT OUR TABLE??). Instead every Saturday morning I would gaze at my stack of books and laptop and think about how much I missed the old routine, then proceed to pull the covers back over my head and sleep through the rest of the morning in a quiet desolation.
This is also no more.
After a few weekends in my very own apartment (no Xbox! no dirty underwear in the bathroom! no fighting over who used more space on the TiVo!), I began to see nothing but possibility.
