Too many changes all at once.
I am now living in an unfamiliar place with 21 strangers who don’t speak my language.
I’m feeling just a tiny bit confused.
Being an incurable introvert, I sometimes feel the need to take a moment for myself, just to organize my thoughts. It’s not that I don’t like the place I’m in or the people I’m with, don’t get me wrong, this experience has by far been incredible, I’m loving every single second. I just feel like having a comforting place where I can go to collect my thoughts and all these new feelings.
And I found that place: it’s the New Paltz Cafeteria.
It’s such an amazing place to study in, or to just chill with your friends. When you walk in, it feels like a familiar place, maybe because of all the old furniture or maybe because somebody is constantly practicing with his guitar right next to the entrance door. The wooden floor creaks with every step, until you reach one of the many sofas in the room, and believe me they’re as old as comfortable, you’ll feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. The lights and music are never too strong or overwhelming, they are just perfect for the atmosphere, letting the harsh light from the outside world peak through the large windows on one side of the room, but not letting any of the noise or worries from the chaos of your everyday life in. You feel like nothing can affect you, while you’re in there.
Can you tell how in love I am with this place?!
So if you’re looking for a relaxing place to lay down your tired bones and sip something hot (or cold) go to the New Paltz Cafeteria, you won’t regret it. I suggest to try the Jasmine Green Tea, they serve it either hot or cold and it smells heavenly. It’s the icing on the cake.
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New Paltz Cafeteria in Main Street
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From the outside – you can already taste the flavour of the hipsterness
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Guitars hanging on the walls
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Other guitars hanging on the walls
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Can you feel the atmosphere inside the room?
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The light peaking through the window
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Old forniture. My weakness.
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Detail of one of the lamps