Coffee Shop Junkie, that really is what I am. Though this condition is considerably cheaper than those of perhaps a crack cocaine junkie, it is still not cheap. The average cup of coffee is $4.50. If you get a latte, and why not get a latte? That is part of the experience. The coffee shop with the addicting $2.15, unlimited refills, is about 35 mins away. So with gas, everything evens out.
I love coffee shops, I love the atmosphere, I love getting off campus, I love people watching, I love the quiet, I love the busyness, I love it. I love them. I love coffee. & country music.
I am having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I am about to move. About is a little strong. But I have until Dec 19th. I am so confused how time is going by so painfully slow and so frighteningly fast. I want to go home. I will miss my friends. People. You, people. You get me attached and then I move and nothing is ever the same. Change is good, change is bad, change is scary, change is not fun, change is exciting.
My point? Everything has its ups and downs. Coffee, Texas, Michigan. All of it. Would I rather save my money and never taste the sweet nectar of an upside side Caramel macchiato, low fat, with whip? No. of course not. Would I rather not make friends for fear of losing them in the future? No. So why am I so fearful of making this choice. This choice that seems so permanent.
Sometimes I think that I am too young for this. I swear two days ago I was 18. Graduating highschool, petrified of college, look at me now! I live in TEXAS. When I came here, it was a jump, it was a risk, and it was great. This place has provided me with the environment I needed to grow into the woman God has created me to be. Home. Nothing good really ever came from home. But I am not who I was. I am not who I am going to be.
