I wish I had my camera and could take a picture of my cozy little spot. I'm at the local coffee shop, grading papers and finishing up some schoolwork (read: pretending I'm still a college student).
I'm at the table at the front of the store, looking out the huge picture window to Main Street enjoying my tea (and my piece of snickers pie that I'm pretending did not just happen).
This is the same table where I logged countless hours working on my thesis this time last year. I sort of miss that. (What am I saying?!?) My inner nerdiness is starting to ooze out. It's pretty exciting (...pathetic?).
This is why I'm a teacher. Because, sadly, I. Love. School. (There, I said it.)