millburn, nj

an hour in a starbucks on the corner of main and millburn. the modestly quaint thanksgiving parade strolls on by outside and the warm interior of the coffeehouse is a bastion of suburban domestic goodness and saccharine sweet dreams. i thought i was going to hurl. but then i wondered why i have such a strong revulsion to the idyllic 2.5 kids life? is it a response to my own screwed up childhood? maybe i'm just not ready. and i'll never be ready. i don't think i want that. especially not the millburn version.