Every Sunday, I take my journal out with me to reflect, getting my feelings down on paper—unhinged, dramatic, thoughtful, etc.—because it washes away what has been ruminating all week. Typically, I write pages upon pages of lists, book and food recommendations, dating woes, and worrisome world topics. I suppose it’s my own way of rewiring my brain, knowing that everything will work itself out because I addressed it and can move on now. However, this past Sunday, I sat down at my local spot, FIFA on the TV, smelling the smash burgers burning at their ends, and I could not think of anything to write about. I looked around, exasperated, and started chatting with the guy next to me about who was playing at the Salt Shed.

Recently, I was reading a Substack written by Dr. Dominic Ng, who discusses being a regular somewhere, learning names, creating a relationship of familiarity, and not chasing the “new” dopamine. I found this fascinating because, since moving here, I have been constantly seeking new experiences every second I can get, to the point of exhaustion sometimes. After ending a very long-term relationship prior to moving here, I felt (and still feel) like I have to make up for lost time and flood my schedule with my interests and hobbies that were unfortunately taking a backseat in order to maintain it. The quest is always there for me, but I have started to slow down. The comfort of the same corner seat with my book, my barista/bartender, and my jukebox is very meaningful too. They save me a seat, they know my name and my usual order, and honestly, that feels really beautiful in a world that sometimes feels impersonal and fast-paced. Strangers become friends; brief conversations turn into opportunities to see a new band or join a book club you wouldn’t have found otherwise. That is where the real spark or turn of events can truly take flight, reminding me that sometimes putting my pen down, being present and engaged in familiar spaces lead to meaningful conversations…and people who will change your life. Take a risk, bebes!

Music Cue: Side Sleepers by Cayetana