Oh Coffee

Coffee has always meant much more to me than just a drink—it’s a lifestyle, a ritual, and a source of comfort that anchors my memories. I remember visitors coming to my parents’ home and my mom always offering them coffee in those adorable little teacups. My favorite memory, though, is watching my grandmother make her coffee and fill up her thermos before heading up the mountain for a day of farming or gardening. I loved going with her, waiting for the moment she’d open that thermos and pour a hot cup for the two of us, or whoever joined her that day. Except for her and me, no one truly understood what that daily ritual meant. That thermos felt like the coolest gadget ever, and I was so content sitting next to her as a little girl.

Now, every morning, I start my day with coffee. It’s my sanctuary—the first thing I reach for, whether I’m happy or sad. I love the warmth in my hand, sitting quietly and shutting out everything else as I take that first satisfying sip. For me, coffee isn’t just about the taste—it’s comfort, peace, and an essential part of who I am.

Maybe my relationship with coffee is different from yours. Some people have tea, or another favorite drink. But for me, coffee is what grounds me. With each sip, I find a little perspective—about the day ahead, or the memories that coffee always seems to bring back.