Coffee resonates with nostalgia, ambition, and friendship. It goes beyond the dark liquid and forms a culture of its own. I have to admit sometimes I enjoy the culture more than the actual beverage.
Let me start off with a childhood memory: my parents’ caffeine-of-choice was chai, therefore the times we would drink coffee were quite special. My mother would make Indian “Espresso” Coffee: instant coffee with sugar & water that she would beat until it was a creamy smooth froth. Sometimes you could find me eating the mixture by the spoon ☺.
My love of coffee shops begins with this simple nostalgia. Once the college days rolled around coffee became my partner-in-crime. I felt undefeatable with my coffee, ready to tackle my next econ problem set or English paper. A few cafés in Berkeley would be converted into my own little sanctuaries.
And in many memorable conversations, coffee has been involved. Whether I’m catching up with my friends, or receiving advice from a mentor, coffee has been by my side. The things I’ve learned or shared over a cup of coffee are hard to beat.
There is a warm fuzzy feeling coffee invokes in me – I wish I could pinpoint it. The aroma alone gets me lost in my own thoughts. After writing this I could really use a cup of coffee. Unfortunately it doesn’t make the best bedtime drink.
I know some of you may be thinking that I have betrayed tea for coffee. Don’t worry I still am obsessed with tea but coffee, you too have a special place in my heart.