I do remember when I first fell in love with coffee. Or the concept of coffee. It was the year of 2002. It was the same year I met who I believed was my soul sister. I would have six months with her before an unfortunate event would take her across states. In those six months a beautiful bond was formed. And we would now embark upon great adventures of happiness, devastation, heartache, revelations, blissfulness, change, sadness and forgiveness.
It was my first visit to her world that would form this love of coffee. I thought she was the coolest chick in town. We took to the esplanade where we would order our first latte and two scones (this order is still the same 10 years on). We sat their confidently and eloquently dining in the image of being coffee drinkers. It was trendy. It was fashionable. It was grown up. I believe to this day that although a latte with 2 sugars is still my choice of drink it is the concept of coffee that began my drinking habits, not the taste.
Fortunately for me and my husband, we now have an appreciation for good coffee. Good beans. A fragrant smell. And a great looking cup. And this is continually being stretched and pulled because of two fabulously beautiful people who we can call our best buds. We have both seen our relationships with each other and with our partners grow, flourish and commit. And now they will have the opportunity to watch others grow, flourish and maybe even commit (perhaps some marriage proposals are in store) because they have opened their very own cafe!