A story behind the coffeeā¦
At this point, you might see me as an obsessed fanatic of craft coffee. I donāt blame you, considering I have blogged about over 35 different, independent coffee shops. NONE of which are large chains like Starbucks or Peetās or drive thru- like Dutch Bros. Not one. There is a reason for that. The shops I write about always have a story. You can go inside and experience their culture. They always have their unique mark to their town/location, convey personality, taste, atmosphere, design. As a true amateur in the understanding of coffee, roast, quality, terminology, I am merely an observer, admirer of the truly hip, coffee snob. I try to take photosāsometimes they turn out cool, sometimes they donāt. And thatās okay. I donāt have a quota; I donāt calculate the number of views I get in a day or the number of ālikesā I get on my latte art photo. This is for fun, a hobby, an experience. As I sit in a coffee shop today, I consider all the shops I have visited, why I havenāt gotten tired of the experience and why I am still doing this. (However, I admit, blogging all of it can be a bit of a drag. ;))
This is what I experience, from my perspective. Today, I sit at a high table on a stool beside my sister, who is diligently focused on her painting. The amount of detail she puts in her work is crazy. Iāve listened to people order their drink for the last few hours. The baristas announce the different drinks that come up on the bar. The baristas here have personally known likely fifty percent of the people that have walked through and have talked to them about things other than coffee. Each drink is personalizedāiced, hot, blended, double shot, decaf, vanilla, lavender, mocha, tuxedo...endless personalizing options. Some people stay here with their drink and others, wearing business attire, grab their drink and rush out. Some people have been here for a couple hours visiting with a friend. Others are likely studying or reading something. The music list in this shop reminds me of āhang out and chillā playlist on Spotify. This is a welcoming, comforting place to be. Even among the constant noise and hustle of people coming in and out.
The slow development of my love for coffee. I have many memories going to get coffee with my family, sometimes all, sometimes few, sometimes one. When Jessica and I were young, my grandma would take us out for the afternoon and coffee would be a necessary part of the occasion. I can remember times in my early high school years meeting with mentors over a cup of good coffee. Some of the most meaningful, inspiring, encouraging conversations I have had, take place in a coffee shop. I can remember times, while living in California, meeting with a friend, really talking about lifeāpast, present and forward-looking. Quality time has always meant a lot to me. So I guess you could say that meeting with me in a coffee shop is one of my very favorite things.
When we moved to Oregon, we realized that there was so much to learn and see (relating to coffee). The PNW really does coffee brilliantly! Jessica started learning how to make coffees and took pride in the latte art she would produce (it was pretty awesome). Through the end of our homeschool days into my first two years of college, my mom or Jessica would make a latte for me (most days). (I always looked forward to when they would!) We would take trips to Portland and find new coffee shops to try. Such joy and laughter my sister and I find when taking photos together with our coffee. After about 2.5 years of college, I decided to move away to a four-year university. I was saddened by the separation from family and friends, to a new, foreign-to-me town. This is when I started to see going to coffee shops in a different way. I would go to coffee shops by myself. I used this time to reflect, study and watch the hustle of the coffee shop. Since I lived by myself, I used coffee shops as my opportunity to get out of the house and be among people, even if I was anonymous. Coffee shops and the taste of good coffee continued to be an excellent choice for my days. When I would visit home or send off Jess to college in Portland, we would spend time together over coffee, as usual. This summer has been different now. I moved back home for the summer, although most of the summer has consisted of traveling the west coast. In May, I had the idea to do the coffee blog. So many of these adventures this summer have not been spent alone. Kudos to my mom who has trekked through most shops (amazing and disappointing) with me. I donāt know what the next few years of life will look like, but this has been the quick, easy version of my journey so far. (Although it hasnāt been all that easy). Itās funny that I write about āmy journeyā as I am sitting in Journey Coffee Co. :)
There you have it, a brief story, reason, explanation of this project//blog//life style hereās some random recent pictures from along the way...