Change.

I really don't care for this. What? Starbucks, MY Starbucks has remodeled. I haven't been here to work in a few weeks. I come in and my favorite table is gone. Replaced by tall round ones. Even the Artist by the door can no longer be the artist by the door. His table is tall round one too. No room for his 3 cups of coffee, portfolios and drawing materials. He chatted with me a little cause I hadn't been here in so long. He said he didn't like the changes either, the tables are too small. I'm sure within time we will both be used to the changes. I just don't understand why they made them. I'm sure that there was a reason, but I liked the old way. Plus, they got my name wrong on my cup again. Just after they started getting it right, I guess that's what 3 weeks absence does.

However, the atmosphere is still the same, even if the interior isn't. I can still work with few distractions, and honestly, there are more things in this world that irritate me more than some new tables and furniture arrangements.

I think I mentioned it before that I'm a creature of habit. I have my slightly OCD tendency's. Fortunately I am the only person the affect. Some things have to be certain way with me. For instance, I've decided I'm going to break my habit of wearing the same sweater on my plane trips as I have the last 3 years when I've traveled to and from Ukraine. I felt in my mind that I MUST wear the same sweater, otherwise it just wouldn't be the same. However, I intend to break free from that one. Mainly cause it kind of annoys me that I felt helpless to overcome the desire to keep things exactly the same. Its ridiculous really. Hence  the irritation of coming to a newly decorated and rearranged store. Its just not the same. But change is good, right? its healthy. I don't want the old things to become moldy, I should want to keep things fresh and healthy. They say the first step to overcoming things is to admit you have a problem. Consider this my admission to having problems. Next month I will take the first   step by breaking my sweater 'problem'. Its the little things that count, right?