Addicted to a Feeling

So...as of today I would have gone a week without coffee, but Brett and I made a deal that after a week I was able to get one and then I had to wait a while before I could get another. Basically, the weaning process.

Anyway, through this process I've noticed some key things. Half of the time when I walk into the coffee shop nothing sounds good and I can't choose. I always found this to be odd because my friends and family know me as the girl that loves coffee and coffee shops. It's all coming together now....the draw is more of the 2nd and not the 1st.

I got coffee today and it wasn't as good as I remember. I like the things that come WITH coffee, not the coffee itself...or so it seems. Good conversations, ambiance, warmth, friends, and fun memories....that's what keeps me going back. A coffee shop is the place where I meet a friend or friends to talk about life, God, expectations, how much things have changed....we laugh a little, we may cry a little....that's what keeps me going back; the memories and feelings tied to coffee, not the coffee itself.

I wonder what else in life I do that with...

I think I do that with the idea of 'home'. I like to go home to Arkansas because of the feelings and memories, whether it's Arkansas that I really like or not. I keep going back for the feel good....