for the love of coffee shops

I have had a long-running love affair with coffee shops. I don’t recall when it began, but it might have been as long ago as high school. I don’t remember coffee shops being around until I was in high school. It feels like a lot of things weren’t around until I was in high school. I guess that’s what they call growing up.

It must have been in college that I really fell in love. I had a sort of phobia of libraries, they were too serious for me. I already struggled with studying, so I certainly wasn’t going to get any studying done at a library. That’s when my eyes were opened to the true beauty of the coffee shop.

Of course, those days coffee shop meant Starbucks to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if most coffee shop love affairs began at a Starbucks. I mean, who hasn’t been in a Starbucks.

But I hardly knew of the whole world of coffee shops outside of that machine, who scoff at the word franchise and frankly, scoff at Starbucks. I must admit, I don’t scoff at Starbucks. In fact I have spent countless lunch breaks over the past three years at Starbucks. They were my first coffee shop home, and I doubt I will ever abandon them.

But I also won’t ever stop visiting new coffee shops. Because they are endlessly unique. But for me at least, they share a certain something that connects them. Yes, it’s the coffee, but it’s so much more.

I don’t know how many people share this sentiment, but they are a bit of an escape for me. I’m not at home, but I feel like I am in someone’s home. I’m not alone, but I can keep completely to myself.

Perhaps it’s because it’s where I go to write. Whether it is in my journal, for my job, or for my blog, I spend a lot of time writing at coffee shops.

Or maybe it’s because I’ve spent so much time there with my one and only. Many of our first dates were spent at coffee shops, “reading.” That was one time I never got much done at coffee shops, aside from getting to know my future husband.

I’ve always wanted to own a coffee shop. Honestly, I’m not even much of a coffee¬†connoisseur. I don’t think it even has that much do to with the coffee.

Well, maybe it has a little bit to do with the coffee. But more than anything, it’s the atmosphere. And the knowledge that this space has been created in order for me to relax. Or work. Or talk. Or sleep. Tell me you haven’t slept in a coffee shop before. It’s inevitable.

There’s just an energy to coffee shops. It’s not necessarily the same from place to place, but it’s existent in all of them, and I love it. If I could have a coffee shop in my house, I would. Maybe in my next house.

My home away from home, coffee shops. This one was a new one for me. And the best kind, one right down the street from me. It’s called¬†Barista Parlor, and as you can tell, it’s no ordinary coffee shop.

But then again, what is an ordinary coffee shop? That’s the beauty of it, I think. As long as there’s coffee, it fits the mold.

love,

me

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5 thoughts on “for the love of coffee shops

  1. I can completely relate to your love of coffee shops..I always have my eye out for any new ones that pop up around my hometown. I think, for me, it’s the type of atmosphere they present that makes them so appealing and welcoming :)

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