Jump'in for Java

Java or coffee has been a part of my adult life for a good 15 years and I've loved every single minute of it. Oh sure, there have been times when I've tried to quit, but never with any success or true desire, if truth be told. No, I'm a coffee-addict through and through. Not only am I a coffee-addict, I'm a coffee-addict of the worst kind, the kind that pays someone else to make it. Every morning, I leave my front door with anticipation of a child on Christmas morning. Because, as I shut the door behind me, I know that within only minutes, I will be cherishing a cup of java. A cup of java that will cost me triple or even quadruple of what it might cost if I made it myself. But isn't that a part of it? It always seems to taste better when I've ordered from the local coffee house or espresso stand, as well as the sheer convenience of enjoying such a delectable treat. The idea that if only for a moment, I am being pampered during a rather ordinary, routinely predictable day. Therefore, in closing, I will continue to embrace of my love of java if only for the momentary escape it allows me.