I spent a few hours this afternoon at Starbucks, drinking a carmel macchiato and writing. My time there reminded me of college. My favorite place to study in college was the student union, which was usually crowded and not nearly as quiet as the library.
For some reason, I've always enjoyed being amongst people, not necessarily watching nor participating, just being there. Perhaps my hearing has something to do with it, I am deaf in my right ear and rooms full of talking people blend into white noise. If I am not in a situation where I have to hear, the crowded room can be comforting to me.
It's a gray day, with the wind blowing making the temperature feel like it is in the forties, so am in a Starbucks. Watching people stream in to this place, I understand how there is a Starbucks in almost every street corner.