Here I sit, it’s 12:51 am, and we’re FINALLY finished (almost) renovating the cafe. Jim Taylor, my project manager, has gone home with Barry, his able-bodied assistant, Joe trundled off to bed after a long battle finally won reconnecting the internet…Liz finished her mopping and putting away around 12:15, and then there was La Patrone. One last mop, one last thing to find a home for.
Sometimes I think, what was I getting myself into? I had a very cushy gig, running a website that required nothing but fun work. But as the months passed, I guess I wanted a little more pizazz, more excitement. So this cafe was born. I got a phone call that sums up why I am here now, at this ungodly hour, blogging and mopping. A customer called to order a bagel. I told them we were closed but would re-open in the morning. “Oh, that’s ok, we love you guys,” he said.
When my regulars come in tomorrow for their eye-opening strong GoNOMAD coffee, they will all be amazed with what we’ve done. And as each one of them thanks us for being here, and for creating this wonderful community of travelers and coffee drinkers, I’ll again know why we did this–because it feels good creating a place that people around me love.
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