Our Starbucks

There is a Starbucks on Highway 10, it is "our Starbucks".

"Our" meaning mine and Megan's.

It's half way between Delta and Abbotsford.

We meet here often. We sit at the same table when the comfy chairs are occupied. We catch up, fill each other in, share our dreams, our visions, our concerns and our struggles. We ALWAYS laugh until our sides hurt. We ALWAYS lose track of time. And I ALWAYS leave there feeling encouraged.

I am going to miss that Starbucks...

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