Departure Fall 2006
Tonight I had the best coffee I have ever tasted. In fact, it was the best coffee I had ever even seen or heard of. It was so unique and interesting that when I saw the bottom of the cup I was both shocked and depresed. But the last drink was just as great as all the others, maybe even better. It was gone before I knew it, and the pot was very very expensive. But I know that indefinitely I can go to that same resteraunt, and order that same perfect coffee, and it will just as good or even better than before. One's taste for coffee matures over time, and that's comforting to me. All I have to do is wait. When I'm older, I can have all the coffee I want. It's more than worth the wait.