One of the things that gets me through moving house – an ordeal I treat as an acute psychological punishment perpetrated against me specifically – is exploring a new neighbourhood’s food and beverage options. My girlfriend and I recently moved and No 1 on our list of priorities (before unpacking or sussing out the emergency exits) was to find our new Local Cafe.
Similarly to experts who say “it’s important to buy a good mattress because you spend a third of your life in bed”, I say “it’s important to find which barista you can make small talk with for 15 minutes every day until your sublet ends, because you’ll be talking to them more than to your own mother”. Perhaps not as universal, but equally true.
