A Latte Love for Coffee

Posted on November 2nd, 2015

November is a notable month.  We have Thanksgiving, and the anniversary of my first dates with Ian, and the anniversary of my brother’s diagnosis with Type One Diabetes.

But today is a different anniversary.  One year ago today, I had my first coffee.  I had slept about three hours the night before, and was running around Manhattan watching my little brother run the New York City marathon.  My mom suggested caffeine might be needed– a different kind, the sort that was no match for my trusty Diet Coke.

She was right.  I had coffee a few times in the winter and spring, and then moved to Seattle this summer.  I got a Starbucks card the day I started my job at Nordstrom.  I made it to Gold in 31 days.  You do the math.  Things escalated quickly.

Coffee makes me feel like an enhanced version of myself. So I just wanted to give a quick shoutout to my daily 11am skinny vanilla latte.  I get up at 5:30am, and pretty much immediately start counting down until my Starbucks trip. Because, as they say…