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Having a spot of your own, a place you return to without thinking, is one of life’s quiet luxuries. A place where you can unwind with a glass of wine or a cocktail, alone or in the company of friends and loved ones. Somewhere the staff and owner greet you like an old friend. When you find that place, you feel it instantly.
I used to drift constantly. I moved home often, changed jobs every few months, and treated bars and restaurants the same way, always searching for the next new opening, the next big flavour, the next place to try. But over time, that most precious luxury, I realised I never truly relaxed in these new spots. Many felt so disconnected from who I was that no matter how often I visited, I remained a stranger. The drinks might have been excellent, but to me they felt dull, lacking, muted by my own restlessness.
With age and time, you start to understand yourself, your style, your tastes, your go-to cocktail, and with that comes your place. A place you can slip into alone, striking up a conversation if you feel like it or sitting quietly with a book, watching the world drift by while you enjoy the rare luxury of unhurried time. It’s uncommon to find such a place, whether it’s a bar or a restaurant. You may have a few, and visit them often, yet never feel like a burden or just another regular. Instead, you feel at ease, as if stepping into your own home. Your usual drink might appear without you ordering it. You may never need a reservation, because this is your place, and there is always room for you.
As with finding your style, finding your place, your spot, your constant, your happy place away from home is, for me, one of life’s true essentials.
