An attempt at a story told through evenings of my life.... here's the first one

One Wednesday night I went with my mom to Starbucks, because my brother had soccer practice and it was nearby. I liked that I was the sort of person who went to Starbucks, who sat among the laptopping people and foreign coffees, watching the rain blur out the lights of passing cars. I could have sat there forever in the green overstuffed armchair with coffee smells, still soaking up the traveling journal I had gotten in the mail from Belgium and reading while the speakers overhead played music that would have been classified into the same playlist as music from Death Cab for Cutie had it been on my iPod.

***I was going to make this into a story about what I did in the evenings changed throughout the year, with where I found myself, lost it, and then found it again. It might have turned out better if I could remember things other than the beginning and the end. And the end is no good if there's not a middle, because it just.... sort of turned out like that. So.... any suggestions?***