It early in the morning and I want to tell you a story before I go to school. It is a story of waiting, of anticipation. To get to my nearest coffee shop I have to get in the car and drive, as I really live in the beginning of suburbia. Well just around the corner from our house there is a little group of three shops that over the years had seen many different roles. They are now mainly offices except for one. Last year it was a laundromat, then late November there began a lot of activity around it. Every day there were people working on it and they turned a dull, ugly place in to charming little cafe. But it never opened for business, everyday when I drove pass I looked in anticipation that it would be opened. They had a couple of dumbie runs where they had guests come but still it didn’t open. Then one day I saw a man out the front admiring it, so I stopped and asked him when it was opening. The big day was going to be the 7th of March. So it was with great excitement that I drove home that day as finally it was going to be open. Imagine my disappointment it was not and there was a sign out the front saying ‘Chef Wanted’. That was the chef that I spoken to that day, he was so full of pride and joy to think that he was going to have his own place. Now there is no activity there any more, the building seems to be waiting , just like the neighborhood.