and from me to you; here’s a little black coffee to move your shoes!
and from me to you; here’s a little black coffee to move your shoes!
These past few months have been full of pivotal turning points in many of my relationships. There are the good ones; the transition from having an acquaintance suddenly become a close, trusted chum. There are also the bad ones: when realizations that a friend is not actually someone who should be around, finally sink in. Turning points are necessary. They keep life moving forward with joy and often with what seems like a lot of unnecessary heartache, too.
But there’s a third kind of transition. I have experienced it before many times in my life, but this was the first time the light was turned so quickly. It started with a ferry ride.
But first, I think it’s important to give some background. In December of 2011, I had returned to my job as a volunteer barista for a local coffee shop. I was in love with a customer. So in love that every time he walked into the shop, I’d lose my ability to perform my duties and would make mistakes that, while hilarious to my friends, left me burning with embarrassment in the back of the shop. When I left Texas that January, I moved back home and was looking for a way to stay in touch with my friends who were still in College Station. I started this blog and wrote about the mishaps I had trying to serve my adorable customer.
I soon realized that writing stories about a customer that I had a crush on and posting them over the internet was probably a really terrible idea and deleted all my posts and started over.
This blog turned out to be a great outlet for me. I had the chance to practice my photography, advertise for the great people I worked with and just write. It was my creative outlet when I was going crazy re-applying to schools, working two jobs and going to school part-time. I was allowed to be passionate about something that brought me together with some of the best people I have ever known or worked with.
Coffee is just an incredibly delicious liquid in a cup, but for these past few years, it’s been the binding force in some of the strongest relationships in my life, the ritual I share with people I love, and the comfort that calms me in the midst of a sometimes chaotic life.
When I moved again, this blog ended up serving its original purpose. I went to the city of coffee and shared it with the people I loved back home. And when I got Freshly Pressed, I got to share my passion with people all over the world who understood and shared my love for such a simple thing.
But back to the ferry.
I was on a day date. It wasn’t going very well. The two of us went out for brunch at a little diner I used to frequent with my grandparents. The day was gorgeous and the conversation was faltering, so I pulled out my camera to take a few photos of the diner and, of course, my coffee.
He looked embarrassed. Which, given that I am a moderately attractive human being and had a professional camera in hand, I didn’t quite understand. I asked him what was up and he proceeded to rant about “hipsters all taking pictures of their food”. “I’ve seen,” he said, “all the young kids pull out cameras like yours and just take snapshots of stupid things on their plates. I don’t get it. I think it’s dumb.”
That was it. I knew in that instant that this person was not going to be in my life anymore.
I tried to explain to him how food photography is actually an incredibly difficult and refined type of photography. I attempted to show him that there’s no way a bunch of kids had a camera like mine, because…well, I have a really nice camera. I even pulled up my blog on my phone and tried to explain to him why I was passionate on the subject.
“It just doesn’t make sense to me. It’s just coffee…what’s the big deal?”
Well you, dear loyal followers, surely understand what the big deal is. The relationship transitioned. I can care about people who don’t drink coffee. But I refuse to surround myself with people who aren’t passionate; people who can’t understand another person wanting to be passionate.
Readers, I am passionate about coffee. I am grateful for the support and input I’ve received from all of you on the subject and I sincerely hope that you’re surrounded by people who support your passions, whatever they may be.
Go be creative, be passionate. And while you’re busy being passionate, I hope you enjoy a hot cup of coffee.
When it comes to coffee, I never had a chance to get through life without loving it.
The love for coffee and a crumble comes directly from the line of women in my family. Spending time with my grandmother this last week our days easily fell into a comfortable routine: 8 AM coffee and crumble run, home to read, light lunch, more reading (and possibly another coffee) then dinner, discussion and finally bed.
While I was visiting we tried to check out all the good shops on Bainbridge Island, but one of our favorites was Pegasus Coffee House.
I can remember very clearly being inside Pegasus once with my grandfather who, while after his stroke was only able to say a handful of words, was having a heated yet hilarious political debate with the baristas and customers there who knew him. This was all before I drank coffee, but the building itself has since then held some nostalgic comfort for me.
The weather wasn’t quite warm enough to venture outside, so my grandmother and I sipped our vanilla lattes and enjoyed our crumbles in a small table inside, insulated by the amazing leaves covering the building.
Our morning was filled with lively discussion of theatre, literature and somehow, in the space of an hour, we managed to solve all of our country’s political problems.
Before we knew it, our cups were empty and it was time to move on back home and settle in with a good book, with a perfectly produced latte sitting happily in our stomachs.
The Pegasus Coffee House
131 Parfitt Way S.W.
Bainbridge Island, WA 98110
So, in addition to being a coffee connoisseur, I am also an actor.
And because this is my blog, I am allowed to shamelessly promote whatever I want.
Currently I am working on a project with a few friends of mine. Robert, the mastermind behind it all has asked me to help him film a web series that he has been writing and working on for months. Tomorrow the first segment will be unveiled.
Thanks for taking the time to view! A lot of time was put into this project and I can’t wait to see where it ends up going!
(The next episode will take place in a coffee shop. Just in case you were wondering.)
Thanks readers! Hope you’ve had a wonderful Sunday!
I should probably clarify something for my newer readers.
Currently I am not actually a barista.
Yes, I am saddened by this. Yes, I would like to change that. Yes, I do continue to write a blog that is completely dedicated to coffee regardless of my non-existent barista status. No, I do not have a problem, SO STOP ASKING.
Mostly. (Please don’t take away my coffee.)
But in all seriousness, this past month I have been trying to curb my desire for coffee by drinking tea or changing my route to class so that I don’t pass by Stumptown, but it doesn’t help.
It doesn’t help because it’s not about the coffee. I don’t crave the caffeine–I can get that in my tea or French press at home. I crave the friendly smiles and pleasant conversation with the other people in the coffee shop. I want to see the beautiful latte art and hold in my hands the warm cup inside a building that is richly scented with the coffee beans being roasted in the basement. I desire the nostalgia that comes as I remember the shop I worked in back home, the friends I made there, and the trips my mom and I would make to the coffee shop before my auditions.
We crave the experience*. The unbelievable desire to share in those five minutes that I know many of us have is what makes me write about coffee. So, to my 350 followers and random readers, thank you for the support and encouragement you’ve given me to keep writing about our mutual love.
It’s a rainy day here in Seattle, so go enjoy a cup for me.
*We crave the caffeine too. I’ll admit it–science and stuff.