Mmmmm...breakfast pastries.
It was a brisk Saturday morning, just hours away from the the wedding all of us had driven up north to attend. Tradition has it the groom can't see his bride on the day-of until she walks down the aisle, so Eric stayed in our condo the previous night. He had suggested Java Jones for some breakfast and we all agreed. Everybody cleaned up and drove the half-mile it took to get to the middle of Elk Rapids' business district where the coffee house was located. After 9 separate drink, croissant, cinnamon roll, oatmeal, and (insert any other delicious, homemade breakfast comfort food) orders had been placed and fulfilled, we all sat around a collection of square tables. As the conversation jumped from topic to topic we found ourselves talking about how great it would be if we all moved up to this area eventually. Dreams of starting up our own businesses, who would be in charge of what, having kids grow up with each other, and more started flowing from our mouths. Brad then chimed in with, "Is this what it's going to be like when we're retired? Just sitting in a coffee shop hanging out - because this is awesome." We all laughed, signifying unanimous agreement. What a future that would be, huh?
I was thinking about this from Saturday morning until right now. What if everything worked out perfectly? We all end up doing well for ourselves and in, say, 30 years decide to move to the quiet town of Elk Rapids, set up a small business or two that we all have a hand in, and proceed to live out our lives surrounded by caring friends and great conversations in the local coffee shops?
Realistically this probably won't happen. I'm not saying we all won't have great lives or won't be successful, just the whole moving to one spot and setting up shop. No, that was more of a fantasy of what could be. However, in that moment, it was perfect. On a day where we already had two great friend's futures in mind, and in the midst of everything that was being talked about, that one statement made us forget about any worries or problems we may have had. For just a few minutes we had already moved to Elk Rapids. Ryan had set up his golf course with Josh as the local "pro", Colleen has her corner bakery, Rich and Rob converted an old office building into a small concert venue, Brad was doing janitorial work for everyone, and, as was routine by now, we all were meeting at Java Jones for some breakfast and reminiscing.
Funny how even the simplest statements can paint such a vivid picture.
Congratulations Andrea and Eric,
B
P.S. - In this fictitious scenario, I would be able to do my editing work from anywhere, so by choice I would be residing in Northern Michigan. Can't have any plot holes, can we.
P.S.S. - There aren't enough superlatives to describe how great the wedding/reception was. Wubble-U, Oh, Wubble-U.
I was thinking about this from Saturday morning until right now. What if everything worked out perfectly? We all end up doing well for ourselves and in, say, 30 years decide to move to the quiet town of Elk Rapids, set up a small business or two that we all have a hand in, and proceed to live out our lives surrounded by caring friends and great conversations in the local coffee shops?
Realistically this probably won't happen. I'm not saying we all won't have great lives or won't be successful, just the whole moving to one spot and setting up shop. No, that was more of a fantasy of what could be. However, in that moment, it was perfect. On a day where we already had two great friend's futures in mind, and in the midst of everything that was being talked about, that one statement made us forget about any worries or problems we may have had. For just a few minutes we had already moved to Elk Rapids. Ryan had set up his golf course with Josh as the local "pro", Colleen has her corner bakery, Rich and Rob converted an old office building into a small concert venue, Brad was doing janitorial work for everyone, and, as was routine by now, we all were meeting at Java Jones for some breakfast and reminiscing.
Funny how even the simplest statements can paint such a vivid picture.
Congratulations Andrea and Eric,
B
P.S. - In this fictitious scenario, I would be able to do my editing work from anywhere, so by choice I would be residing in Northern Michigan. Can't have any plot holes, can we.
P.S.S. - There aren't enough superlatives to describe how great the wedding/reception was. Wubble-U, Oh, Wubble-U.
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