She woke up feeling sore and exhausted. She needed a fix if she wanted to keep going.
Trouble was, the place looked a mess. She hoisted herself up from the makeshift bed. How was she to find her gear?
There. That box smelled promising . She tore it open. Inhaled the aroma. She filled the kettle, ground enough beans for a strong coffee. The smell filled the room. The smell of home. She took a sip. Yes, she could do this. She’d unpack, get this mess under control.
Next time she moved, though, she’d label her most important box ‘coffee paraphernalia’.
Even though I’ve just moved, this story is entirely fictional. I always know in which box my coffee paraphernalia are 😀
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Haha! For me, it’s tea 🙂
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I like tea in the afternoon, but I really need coffee to wake up in the morning… Thanks for reading 🙂
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Got ya! 🙂 🙂
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After all, it is the most important box.
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Way to start the day!
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Haha! Love it!
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Coffee or tea … I’ll take either. I couldn’t survive without at least one of them, though. I love your phrase, ‘coffee paraphernalia’. 🙂
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Thanks, Millie! Have to admit I was rather proud of coming up with ‘coffee paraphernalia’ 🙂
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So me! By the way, I just posted about Home as well. Would love for you to check it out and leave your thoughts!
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Yes I always need to know which box the coffee stuff is in. I get ugly when I cannot have my coffee first thing…
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Yep, so do I…
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Every Italian would agree, no place can be called “home” if it doesn’t have a coffee machine and good strong coffee to keep you up and running! 🙂
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Nice photo and nice blog, one story per day, wow! 🙂
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Coffee says “Home” to me too! I like the concept behind your blog!
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I personally have never been a coffee drinker, but my husband alwasy has his morning cup (or pot) and my parents did too when I was growing up, so the aroma of coffee reminds me of home. Nicely written.
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Thank you 🙂
I think my love for coffee goes back to childhood memories, as well. First thing my mother did in the morning was to make coffee, so it’s a smell I’ve always associated with home. Now, of course, it’s the first thing I do…
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