I'm at a new coffee shop this morning. Never been here before, but drove past it a couple times so thought i would check it out. I like it - cozy couches, cool atmosphere. Just ordered a "spicy Mocha." Not sure what that means yet, but it's one of their specialty items so I figured I'd check it out. I love Portland. I'm looking out the window at a clear blue sky, florescent colored leaves on the trees, damp streets. Walking in I could see my breathe just a little - the fall is my favorite season!
I'm looking around in the coffee shop and I see what looks like a couple talking. My guess is they are about 21 or 22 years old. They don't seem to know each other that well - in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this their second or third time together with the way they're talking. Yes, I've eavesdropped a little. Listening to them got me thinking about something for this series of blogs I'm doing. The issue of identity and meaning is closely tied to relationships.