I never thought I was one for habits, but my mind is clearly developing in unexpected ways (it must be an old age thing).
My love of a local cafe has reached such a level that I have almost given up my search for newer places to explore and spend my time. Instead, I find myself going through the repetition of going back to the same place again and again.
I've always thought that I prefered the excitement of the new, the pleasure of being able to be surprised. However, there's definitely something comforting in the familiar. I can understand the appeal and I am growing to appreciate it. It is a simple pleasure like a warm hug or favourite book, always there and always reliable.
I've always thought that I prefered the excitement of the new, the pleasure of being able to be surprised. However, there's definitely something comforting in the familiar. I can understand the appeal and I am growing to appreciate it. It is a simple pleasure like a warm hug or favourite book, always there and always reliable.
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