Toronto has brought amazing people and amazing experiences into my life. My appreciation for this city just grows and grows. One prominent change I can think off the top of my head is my addiction to coffee – that has reached never-seen-before levels. I don’t wanna count the pennies I’ve spent on all those cups of coffee, because ignorance is bliss, besides I’ve reached a point that I’m completely immune to the side effects of caffeine. What an achievement, eh? I can drink an entire pot before going to bed and I’ll sleep like a baby. And doctors anywhere should not read this.
To me it all comes down to the simple things in life. You get up in the morning and the sun is out, the wind is cold, you put on a sweater, grab a cup of coffee at your local coffee place and that’s it! A foggy winter afternoon; you sit cozy at a table inside as you watch the snow falling down outside. Those are small moments of happiness, all brought to you by coffee!
Not to mention the people you can bond over this addiction. My friend from Ecuador, who is a much more efficient addict that I could ever be, has tried every coffee in town. She can tell you exactly where to go to get the perfect cup and because of that our friendship has gotten even more meaningful. Or maybe just more fun.. and intellectual..?! We can sit there with our glasses on, talking about life dilemmas and broken hearts while we look like we’re figuring out world peace.
Well, I elaborate too much. I need to focus more. Let me grab a cup of coffee.