The love of coffee runs deep.
It was foolish of me to try and deny myself of this love, but try I did.
I thought drinking coffee was simply a cultural practice I had picked up as a result of my context (context being the surrounding Seattle area, birthplace of Starbucks, Washington State, West Coast of the United States).
I was wrong.
The love of coffee runs deeper than culture.
Upon moving to Taiwan, I was foolishly bent on dropping the coffee ritual and picking up something else. but what would I pick up? Oolong tea? Zhen zhu ni cha?
The reality is, no matter where in the world I am, nothing satisfies me like a hot cup of coffee at the beginning of my day. It’s just reality. It’s culture too, but I guess it’s just a piece of culture I will always take with me.
Culture runs deep, but the love of coffee runs deeper.