Bittersweet
The perfect way to describe life. Many things are bittersweet. Endings, beginnings, happiness, sadness, success, failure. All are good and bad at the same time. Leaving, for me, was bittersweet. I had so much there, I had a family, I had friends, I had a life. But sometimes, you need to move forward, away from what you have, to gain what you could have. I couldn't stand to be stuck there anymore, and so I packed up my little apartment, loaded all I owned into my truck and drove somewhere new. I don't remember how many hours I drove. I just kept going, no particular direction except away. I remember my phone ringing, everyone wanting to know where I was, why I had disappeared. I eventually turned my phone off. I didn't cry the first night. Actually, I don't think I cried the first whole week I was gone. Why would I? I had wanted this, needed this, hadn't I? I felt so stupid, crying into some trashy motel pillow. I took odd jobs here and there, just trying to figure out what I wanted. Eventually, I saved enough and opened myself a shop. It didn't do so well at first. I was just a small pastry shop among places like Starbucks and Dunkin' Donuts. Maybe it was the humble, personal feel. Maybe it was the less formal setting, more friendly. But soon, I had regulars, had employees, had business. I missed home, wished I could share this with everyone I had left behind. But I knew, had I stayed in that town, I would never have had the guts to open my little shop. The shop was the happiest part of my life. I met the love of my life there. I met the people who would become my own little pseudo family there. I raised my kids there. I fed people's kids. I watched people fall in love, watched couples break up, watched first kisses, first dates, and first heartbreaks. I saw lives lived in my shop and I lived my life there. While I missed my old family, I had become a part of something bigger. I had become a person my kids could look up to in that shop. Everything came together from me falling apart. And it all came down to a little shop on Main St. called Bittersweet Bakery & Coffee.
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