I love coffee shops. I love sitting in them, reading, working, writing in them. There’s something about the quiet hum of the grinders, the steamer and frothers buzzing, and the feeling of sonder. People coming and going with their own lives, it feels like you’re really seeping in the community. The white noise of a coffeeshop is perfect for me for thinking. The noise provides enough chaos that it moves my mind from idea to idea. Coffeeshops are like bars, except the focus is on conversation and creativity instead of raucous fun with friends. Each serves its own purpose.