{wake up and smell the coffee}

borrowed from here

You know that feeling you get first thing in the morning, when you take a sip of hot coffee?  Like the whole world could spin off balance and you wouldn't mind.

Lately I've been daydreaming about my coffeehouse.   In my imaginary world, I find a perfectly-located two-story rectangular brick building with wood floors and big windows (a short sale plus the bank is willing to throw in closing costs).  Also it has new bathroom fixtures.

Maybe like this:

Borrowed from Downtown Campbellsville

Home upstairs, coffeehouse down.  I've always wanted to live in a studio walk-up.  What could be better than sliding out of bed, heading downstairs, starting up the coffee-makers, and wala!  Open for business.

Or even better, something vintage:

Borrowed from Socket Site

The older the building, the more character.  Not to mention the quirky corners!  Plus I'd love to have garage doors.  I could leave them open on sunny days and put tables just outside.

Borrowed from West Central Neighborhood Association

An old Engine House, perhaps?  And if I had enough space, I could even rent out a couple rooms.  Or have a boarding-house of sorts.  With a wall for books - used and new, for sale and lending.  And a garden on the rooftop, with daisies.

. . . maybe someday.