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“One block. Starbucks. Another block. Starbucks. Three more blocks – Starbucks…”

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I take the same bus every day.

I sit on the same side,

I look out the same window.

One block. Starbucks. Another block. Starbucks. Three more blocks – Starbucks. Like those old cartoons where the heroes run from the bad guys, and the background rolls on a loop.

It’s my stop. That familiar ‘ping’, and the doors slide open.

The usual. I step out and –

Starbucks.

But today I want something different.

I’m bored of the routine, the identical coffee, interchangeable clones perched at their same tables. The mundane brown-on-brown décor and the sickly scent. The soullessness. The corporation. Being told what to like.

This is a new day. I start walking, no direction in particular, just letting myself get lost. I want to explore – to feel the city, letting its flows and contours guide me. And then I see it. Right on the corner. A beaten-up clapperboard shop, lovingly painted a duck-egg blue, enticing with a hint of cinnamon. A crooked chalkboard is propped against the wall: ‘better latte than never’. I smile.

It’s been four weeks now. I talk to the owner, bring my friends.

We’ve saved a baby’s shoe from falling under a floorboard, helped an old lady with her heating bill, lost a few umbrellas. This is our coffee shop: our place. No more anonymity. We’re home.

I take the same bus every day. I sit on the same side, I look out

the same window.

But I haven’t been to Starbucks since.

—Kate Wilson

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