Today, I dropped in on Manic Coffee, a place I used to spend a lot of time thinking my thoughts and writing my blog. I hadn’t been there in ages, but being in the neighbourhood, I stopped by on a whim.

One coffee shop is pretty much the same as the next, right? Well, no. By the time I had finished my decaf cappuccino and hazelnut chocolate croissant, I was best friends with the staff behind the counter and leaving with the warmest, most familiar feeling about this place I had loved before. It struck me quite by surprise. I can’t put my finger on it, but it was just nice being there. It gave me the warm and fuzzies.

Manic, I missed you! Mwah!!