Call me a sellout. The former cheapster now feels at home at coffee shops. Maybe I should decorate my room to look like one (jotting down To-Do #000839×31).
It’s not to drink coffee though; I’m in the mid of trying to be a tea-drinker. Just a shift of mindset, I guess. It all started with that first sip of Coffee Bean’s Chai Tea Latte (behold power, for those yet to be bewitched), but I’m trying to take it in without sugar & milk. A slow, but progressing, process.
Maybe it’s just something with getting older that you start to appreciate what’s bitter. Fresh milk over Nido. Dark Chocolate over Baby Ruth. Heartbreak over illusions. You get the drift.