9pm, time for coffee.

Isn't this where coffee comes from?!

 I adore coffee, I really do, but I'm no connoisseur - I fail to differentiate between a fair trade single origin blend and a Swiss water decaffeinated South American blend hand picked by descendant Incan children - all I know is that it's delicious and I have to have it, now, yesterday preferably.


I'm addicted, it defines whats kind of day I will have, it's the source of my motivation. There is a drive-thru Starbucks on the way to work and so I usually stop there 3-4 times a week; "Can I have a Grande Soy Flat White" - these words are the precursor to my impending content and a slight decline in my bank account. I'm torn between how much it costs me and the benefit it has on my day to day sanity - It wouldn't be a problem if I weren't addicted, but I am and I can't be bothered detoxing so I'm just going to continue, It's not crystal meth, I'll be alright.

 Recently my sister and I traveled to a chain of islands, one of the states of a country that invented coffee chains and yet where espresso is hard to find. We dragged ourselves in a zombie like fashion to an Australian owned restaurant, Bills. Waterfalls, sea turtles and lava fields, yet out of everything being able to get espresso was the most exciting - mood elevating thing I did.

6 weeks later...It's 9:30pm, drinking my 4th coffee made on a Cafe Roma machine a friend gave me last week. I haven't been to Starbucks since I got it, which is amazing;  and my coffee making skills are slowly improving - memories flooding back from 6 years ago from the short stint I did working at a coffee company.

I've saved myself at least $25 a week by not buying my coffee, But first thing tomorrow I'll be buying some find ground decaf, I can't be drinking coffee this late.

xx