In a coffee shop I feel at home.
I have heard stories of my Nana giving me coffee from my bottle and I believe that’s where it all began.
A sweet addiction.
Something that me and my mother have always had in common is coffee. I can remember the first time I drank too much in one day and had the worst headache in the world, now without it I get a headache.
My longest addiction.
Going through high school and college caffeine was by my side.
My needed addiction.
I am a barista and I feel as though I am an artist in the same.
My addiction is my way of living.
I wonder why I feel so at home in a coffee shop?