opening up about my experience with coffee

Growing up, I was never really interested in coffee. I actually hated the way it smelt, the way it tasted, and the absolute mess the coffee grounds made on the counter after my parents made a fresh brew. 

I only ever really liked coffee in my second year of University. My roommate at the time loved coffee so much; she had the nicest Keurig, the fanciest Nespresso, and several tools/gadgets around the house. “H” has and still does have a way of influencing me. So one day, when I was super, SUPER tired after a long night of studying for an exam I was worried about, “H” told me to try some coffee. After some hesitation, I had a cup and felt more energized than ever. I was also super productive! I then began studying in coffee shops because the background noise helped me focus on my school work, and the smell of coffee became a comforting thing. 

Four years later, I find joy & nostalgia in a cup of coffee. I have worked at four different cafés including one that I currently still work at and love it so much! I have had nothing but good experiences with coworkers in these environments, and I enjoy the hustle bustle of café life. 

I have always felt that I haven’t had “enough time” to master the art of the latte, to become a “coffee sommelier” ( in other words an expert), and to become a better barista. So here I am, doing my best and working hard to get to a place where I feel confident in my coffee knowledge while having fun.

Cheers, 

Chels 

(who is currently drinking a Keurig coffee with almond milk, above)