I could never tell the difference between different kinds and grades of coffee. I never even knew how to order coffee properly—I didn’t understand why there were so many options. What the heck was the difference between a latte and cafe au lait? Or a cappuccino and machiatto?
Memory is a beautiful thing, I think, mainly because it is so selective and so imperfect.
Happy New Year from Seattle! I’m not one to do a lot of year-end reflections but I figured this could be a good way to get the ball rolling for me to start writing again. I have missed putting my thoughts into words.