it brings me back to the days when coffee was so much more to me than just a good caffeine buzz. i remember meeting my friend erin at our on-campus cafe....every [and i mean every] other day of our freshman year [yes, the college days]. i remember the vanilla latte that would always grace my pallet, and the cinnamon scone which i so adoringly attempted to substitute as an actual meal. i remember throwing on over-worn baggy t-shirts, sweat pants, flip flops and maybe even lip-gloss, [if my vanity had for some reason stopped me in my tracks before i left my dorm.] i remember the days when our cell-phones would be set on the table, so as not to miss a call from some horny boy that we'd recently met and [apparently] gave a damn about. i remember the days when everything made sense....and the ones that were begrudgingly hit with a complete bouleversement; when we thought the apocalypse was, in fact, approaching. but with my good friend by my side, my reliable cup of coffee in hand, and my loyal cinnamon scone sweetening the conversation....everything was ok. there was a simplicity held inside the walls of that on-campus cafe...childish innocence and childish enthusiasm. two things i hope never to lose.
fast forward 4 years: i graduated with a BA in broadcast journalism. i guess it meant something. shortly after i was interning at a news station in my hometown...which quickly turned into a part-time labor-intensive [but paid!] job.
fast-forward 2 years: i live in barcelona, spain and teach english as a foreign language.
and here i sit in my flat drinking cafe con leche...thousands of miles and minutes away from that young, perpetually optimistic college girl in that on-campus cafe. i'm still just as confused, and just as childishly enthusiastic. it's 6 years later and i find myself in the exact same place. but hell, maybe life wouldn't be as exciting if we had it all figured out.
