urban withdrawal

I got up this morning and wanted to get out of the house and write a new blog entry. Entertaining the thought today to get inspired at a coffee house in my suburban hamlet, I found the idea too vanilla. Where might the inspiration come from? Not to fault suburban dwellers for lacking inspiration, I realized growing up in an urban environment I found some of my creativity relying on the surrounding urban "character".

So, I drove to the old neighborhood. Actually, I drove to the bordering neighborhood. What a difference a block can make in the city. To my defense, I am now writing this in a cafe with two people writing in paper notepads, another laptop user, an ultra mobile PC, some twenty something hipsters, other random people and an older woman sporting a mullet. Things you just don't see in the suburbs.

On a not so related note. Am I the only one who makes spur of the moment out of the norm decisions, like driving twenty miles past many many cafes for a cup of coffee, on only a couple of hours of sleep? A time when it might not be the best idea to be behind the wheel in commute traffic. I would think that motivation to travel, attempt to be productive, or generally not get more sleep, would not come to me the morning after getting very little sleep. That doubling of negatives in the last sentence rubs me a little wrong, but I don't have enough rest to clean it up.

May you find your inspiration where you are or where you like.