I walk with my girlfriend to the class she teaches every Tuesday and Thursday. It's a lovely walk across 

campus

that has protected forests and beautiful architecture. We walk together up to where her class is, and then I walk back home alone. In the past I would always be tempted to stop by a 

cafe

when walking around here. I thought about stopping by for a coffee, but when I played out the thought I didn't think I would actually enjoy it.

This made me think I never liked the cafe for the cafe. There was always an inkling, a chance, of running into somebody at the cafes I used to go to. It was always some excitement about who I might meet and what type of discussion we'd have and even the chance of being invited to some random event.

In this season of my life I thought of the cafe and I thought 'nah'. None of the things that brought me there in the past existed anymore. Some people may still like the cafe for the scenery and ambiance, but my girlfriend has become too good at decorating that I prefer my own cozy home.