Le Papillion in the rain.

Le Papillion 

I was awoken this morning again by the familiar sound of rain. Secretly, I was excited, and nestled myself back under the covers and fell asleep for another three hours. (whoops)

Finally, I forced myself to rise, and my mind drifted towards: coffee. I decided to ride my bike down to this little french cafe that's about a mile from my house. I've walked by it a thousand times, but for some reason never got the chance to go inside. This place is: Adorable. Everything is set up like a french bakery/cafe. They make their pastries, croissants, cakes, everything fresh every morning. Artwork from Paris splatter the walls, and a simple flower in a vase are set on the tables.

As soon as I parked my bike outside, I quickly headed STRAIGHT for the pastry case, which was clearly calling my name with a giant ora around it. The very first thing that I spotted, was the key lime tart. I may just want to make this clear now so we have an understanding, but I am...obsessed... to say the least, with key lime pie. I'm always on the hunt for it, and sadly am always left with disappointment seeing as it's hard to find. So when I saw that neon green in the center of a beautiful pastry, complete with a butterfly powdered sugar design on top, I was sold. PLUS: It was the last one. Meant to be? I think so.

Of course, ordering a cappuccino was in order, so I quickly paid the barista for my goodies, and perched myself at the other end of the corner. There were cute little french trinkets on a China hutch at the end of the bar: tea cups, spoons, sugar holders, everything! After most likely making the barista uncomfortable because of how intently I was watching her make my drink (I know this is annoying, I've been there) I went and took a seat next to the window. She brought over my pastry and coffee, and I was having to do some serious self control to not stuff the key lime tart directly into my mouth all in one go. (There's a little pic of it up top. Look how cute it is!)

The rain was really coming down hard now, and a rush of contentment and ease fell over me. I really don't give two shits what anyone says about the rain. It's not depressing at all. I love it. It makes me feel at home, and give me a feeling of joy. Listening to the rain is the biggest form of nostalgia I get, and when I do get to enjoy it, I enjoy every last ounce of it. I was the only person in the cafe, and soft music was playing in the background. Not just any music, but Zero 7, one of my all time favorite music groups. So this is how I know this place is a true gem.

Looking outside towards the street, I could see my bike, just parked there next to the flower bed in the rain, looking extra adorable.

Even though my day wasn't very "happening," I thoroughly enjoyed this visit to Le Papillion. It was one of those times where I felt like I was in another place. It didn't feel Australian at all, and it was a nice break, to be honest. I sat there alone with my thoughts, and stumbled in my mind about a few things.
I'm not sure if it's because i'm getting older, or what, but i've really come to love moments like these; when i'm alone with no distractions, no headphones in my ears, no one yakking my face off, just me, alone in a coffee shop, sipping on a cappuccino, listening to the rain outside, and letting my mind wander. I couldn't help but kind of chuckle at myself. 'What the fuck am I doing in fucking Australia..' I thought to myself.
I love when I have moments like these. I can't help but just laugh at myself. I mean, look at me! I can't stay put in one spot for long, and I always make these insane decisions to go to random places. Florida, KENTUCKY?! Hawaii, New Zealand, and now Australia... Sometimes I get really down on myself, thinking, 'I should've stayed in school, I should've stayed in Seattle, blah blah blah,' but if there's one thing that I can be proud of, it's my damn willingness to get the fuck out there and experience the world. No matter how many bad situations I get myself into, I will never regret the decisions I have made. From the moment I graduated high school, I've been up and on the go, traveling to different corners of the country, and then finally out of the country.
Now I know this wont last forever, and to be honest, I know that i'll eventually, if not soon, return to my homeland and settle down, maybe ;)... but for now, looking back, I can't help but be proud of myself for branching out and learning to live outside of my element.