One of the hardest things about moving to Chicago (and believe me, there were plenty), was the lack of Moxie Javas in the city. Even though coffee shops were everywhere, they didn’t radiate that familiar feeling I’d grown accustomed to during the six years prior to our move. I found most people in Chicago colder than their weather, and I didn’t appreciate their general attitude towards life. I guess that happens when you live in a place like Boise for so many years, where people still greet strangers with a smile and are not afraid to chat while waiting in line for their morning latte.
I drove by the Moxie on Overland some time ago. Even my kids were shocked when they saw it was now called Perk something or other. I stopped to get a coffee anyway and the employees were still the same. Only the name in the sign and the to-go cups had changed. I left with an uneasy feeling.
Last week, gloom took over as I went pass the Moxie on Vista. My Moxie, my former office, my favorite coffee
It’s the end of an era.place in Boise had also changed to an even stupider name. I won’t be able to meet with people at the “Moxie on Vista” anymore.
A whole life later and I still can’t deal with change like a normal person. Why can’t I just welcome it, accept it, and give it the benefit of the doubt from the get-go? No, that’d far be too easy. Better to fight it first, dislike it, and bitch about it for a while, until I realize there is no choice but to deal with it, or I really need a mocha.
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