This morning I woke up to a beautiful day. The sun was lightly streaming through my windows, casting a crisp light across my wooden floors. I love having the apartment to myself. My roommates are generally gone about an hour before I get up. I went through my usual morning routine of shutting off my alarm, wandering around in a daze for a few minutes as I remembered where the kitchen was, and having my morning cup of coffee. Continue reading
I don’t really remember what the year was, but I remember the weather. It was a beautiful day. I was maybe 10 or 11 years old (we’ll just say 10)…
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My dad tells me that when I was a child, I used to go up to him and ask all sorts of questions. He says that sometimes he would be talking to one of his friends, and I would interrupt him to ask him only the types of questions that children ask. Continue reading
I don’t think it’s a very big secret that I love coffee. Like for real, I have a serious love affair with caffeinated beverages, hot or cold.
Whenever I go into a coffee shop, I have a routine. Continue reading
Justin 