Post by Katy Bishop on Feb 18, 2015 19:25:40 GMT -5
Katy sighed and blew a bit of hair from her face before tapping the F5 button impatiently, waiting for her laptop to reconnect. There was better Wi-Fi back at the Bishop house, but after six months of travelling around Europe, seeing the family again was a little overwhelming. Amazing, of course, and super emotional, but also bizarre. So Katy took her battered old MacBook and slipped out under the guise of "meeting up with friends". The classic excuse. Katy had kept in touch with a few friends, but hadn't met up with anyone yet. She was only going to plan a meeting when she was completely sorted with family and University and all the work there was to do. She had her priorities set. The workload was a shock, it had to be said. Katy hadn't really anticipated getting back to a stack paperwork, although it was mostly wishful thinking clouding her judgement. It would be hard getting back into the daily routine again, but now her mood swings were more controlled, she felt she could manage.
Leaning back in her seat, her hair falling lazily around her neck and jaw, Katy picked up her lukewarm paper cup rather glumly. Almost empty. She hadn't been a massive coffee drinker when last she was in Vermont, but over the months she became more willing to drink the dark, revitalising nectar. She took a deep breath in, letting herself sink into the smell of the place, then exhaled through her nose. It was time to get moving. Standing up with a little fervor, she picked up her dark leather jacket and pulled it over her cream tank top. Huh, she thought to herself. Even my clothes remind me of coffee. A smile tugged at her mouth, thinking about her possible caffeine addiction and she slipped her laptop (still buffering) into its case, before joining the back of the queue.
Just one more.
For the road.
Leaning back in her seat, her hair falling lazily around her neck and jaw, Katy picked up her lukewarm paper cup rather glumly. Almost empty. She hadn't been a massive coffee drinker when last she was in Vermont, but over the months she became more willing to drink the dark, revitalising nectar. She took a deep breath in, letting herself sink into the smell of the place, then exhaled through her nose. It was time to get moving. Standing up with a little fervor, she picked up her dark leather jacket and pulled it over her cream tank top. Huh, she thought to herself. Even my clothes remind me of coffee. A smile tugged at her mouth, thinking about her possible caffeine addiction and she slipped her laptop (still buffering) into its case, before joining the back of the queue.
Just one more.
For the road.
