One Last Night.

Two and a half years ago, I wrote a post about my little table at Sufficient Grounds.
Two and a half months ago, I walked in and saw that my table was gone.
And now, I sit at a different table on the last night that Sufficient Grounds will be open at its current location.

The new building is all but finished.
It will open on the Monday after Thanksgiving Break.
And you had better believe I will be there.

But right now, I'm grieving a little bit.
I know how strange that sounds, but it's the only way to describe how I'm feeling.

I've spent more hours within these four walls than I care to know.
I've written posts, papers, letters, poems, rants, stories.
I've had countless conversations on every topic from theology to fashion.
I've watched couples fight and I've watched couples fall in love.
I've watched the menu change and I've watched people get used to it.
I've watched new baristas fail miserably and I've forced my barista friends to make me creative drinks.
I've laughed and cried and shouted and whispered and sung and played ukulele.

I have fallen in love with this place and I don't want it to change.
I don't like these kinds of changes.
I don't like that I can't come over here at 7:00 tomorrow morning to do my Greek homework.
I don't like that I have to adjust to a different place on campus.

By the time I graduate, I'm sure I'll be used to it.
Right now, though, I'm feeling nostalgic.
I'm feeling sad. I might be feeling lonely, but I think that's a separate issue.

It's time to write one last paper here in the old Sufficient Grounds.

Have a great night, friends.