The woes and wants of a developing character

The screen door slams and I skip a little, out of pure joy. It’s the first of October. The month I look forward to all year-long. I link my arm with Gwyn’s as we turn the corner and head towards Adagios for our Wednesday morning breakfast. I’m still in my pj’s and I smile as I breathe deep the crisp morning air. It’s so fun to have roommates you enjoy. It’s even more fun to walk to breakfast together and chat about all the good things in life that make this season so beautiful. She orders her black coffee while I sprinkle some cinnamon into my tea, and we choose a little table out-of-the-way and settle in. Gwyn is telling me about tea leaves while soaking her breakfast sandwich in hot sauce and I let my mind wander to the life I’ve lived here for the past two months and what it will look like in the future. I ponder over the good things I’ve experienced in Denver and the tough life decisions I’m having to make. The woes and wants of a developing character, as I like to call it.