Coffee

How, oh how, did I really live my entire life without coffee? I'm seriously amazed by this fact.

A drop never touched my lips through college, graduate school, my son's infant years--and the sleepless nights all these produced. What different experiences they would have been if I had just had my coffee. There was no real reason for me not trying, it just didn't appeal to me. Plus, with my addictive nature, I figured I didn't need another vice.

It wasn't until two years ago that I had my first cup after reading of all the health benefits java posesses. I had to "make" myself like it. I started with lattes, sugary creamers and the sort. It wasn't love at first taste, but the cold rainy days of Seattle made it bearable, and finally unbearable to be without. I have graduated to full out, regular coffee, with a little cream. I also really like the flavored beans--just got Cinnamon, Vanilla nut--yumm.

This newest apartment didn't come with a coffee maker, so today I set out and bought one. Nothing fancy, but it's my first adult coffee maker. The one back in Seattle is a pathetically embarrassing 4-cup maker my husband had in college that we would pull out for company. I made due with it on my addiction journey. But no longer. Now I'm the proud owner of a regular 12-cup maker--you can even program it ahead of time.

Maybe I'll even become a morning person--yea right.