When I lived in North Portland, I frequented a coffee shop that I absolutely loved. I spent entire days there sometimes, working on school stuff or reading or doing nothing productive. I loved that place, and though it had a couple locations in the greater metropolitan area, the location in St. John's was by far my favorite.
I am in a job-searching phase, again. Though I am not doing school work, it sort of feels like it. I've been here at a coffee house that I'm trying to shove into the place in my head the aforementioned coffee shop inhabited, and I've been on the computer for hours-- looking for jobs, applying to some, drinking crappy espresso (thanks, Austria, for making things a little hard to handle here), and overhearing a (bad) blind first date. Yesterday, I tried spending the day at home doing this same thing (sans the crappy espresso and blind date), and I felt really badly about it. I was moderately productive, but I've concluded that even though I don't like socializing, I do like being in the company of other people. Maybe I am a city dweller at heart-- I can live closely among thousands of strangers instead of living in a small town or out in the country where, though my neighbors are miles away, I'd know each and every one of them (and even their family members, too).