Living in the PacNW, it's ironic and semi-unfortunate that I do not drink coffee. I don't loathe it. In fact, I once drank it and enjoy many delicious flavors. Thanks to imbibing far too much in this bean based beverage during a couple year period in high school, I have no desire to ever drink it again. You see I worked in a coffee shop, as did my sister, my mother and my aunt. And, we all always smelled like coffee. We had this luxurious perk of being able to take beans or ground coffee home with us in varying amounts each month. So, that, my friends caused me to be coffeed out.
I have friends who are a flourishing mountainside shade of green with envy at the fact that I live here where coffee shops come in all different sizes, styles, locations, and budget areas. The Northwest is seemingly a coffee mecca in the United States. I think it is a bit insane, but that is only because I see drive-thru espresso shops. Funny. I wonder if they sell Coffee Gum there too? Ewwww.
Anyway, I met friends for coffee this morning. What? We met at this nifty little roaster on the bank of the Columbia River. I enjoyed a just barely piping hot - hot cocoa. It was divine. However, the most wonderful part was the delectable blueberry muffin that I purchased with it. It was melt in your mouth amazing. Oh, wait, the most wonderful part was the company I kept.
I was joined by some of the other CG wives I know whose men in blue work with my man in blue. We have created our own pseudo family of sorts as our community tends to have happen. They have been my source of sanity, friendship and humor on days when I long to be back on the right coast. They get me and I them. In fact, the CG community where I have recently found myself has been fantastic. Of course, I think it is like that everywhere, you just have to allow yourself to be a part of it, for better or worse. Sure, there are women and men here (or there or wherever) with personalities different from ours, but we can grow and learn to be better people by exposing ourselves to all types. That's what I try to remind myself anyway.
Let me put it this way, my friends back home are a tad bit---no rather, hugely different than the folks I have met here and who are from here or near here. They have different ideals and a different way of life all together. Little, yellow, different.
Anyway, I keep saying different. I suppose they think I'm, um, errrrr *different*.
I adapt though. I may be taking on some of "their" collective traits. The one thing I cannot seem to do though is to S-L-L-L-O-O-O-W-W-W down and chill. That is just not me. I am an East Coast gal with adrenaline and vibrant energy running through my veins. I am in a perpetual state of motion. Some people, here, are, well, they aren't like that. It's been a ginormous adjustment. Even the fast food is SLOW here. Weird.
I won't say that this new location is horrible, because, in fact, it is just the opposite. It is growing on me and I am making the most of all this locale has to offer, from the culture to the beaches and even the local politics. Of course, that is a post for a whole other day when I can ramble on about the diversity of politics everywhere I have lived thus far. Nah, never mind, you don't want to read that.
I did get a taste of the East Coast tonight when the youngins' and I got a chance to Skype with some of our other CG friends still living the dream in New England. Love hearing that "wicked" accent.
So, tonight, I leave you with this thought. Why did I eat a whole bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs between yesterday and today? Why, oh, why did I do that? *belly ache*
Something to think about this Memorial Day - [image: Screenshot_2017-05-26-09-15-31]
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