A Cup is more than a cup
The first time I lived alone the excitement of furnishing, decorating and BEing in my very own space was almost unbearable. The first morning waking up in my new, autonomous-independent-grown- up apartment I made a commitment to my morning routine; a commitment that clearly outlined the importance of preparing, smelling, pouring, and tasting of delicious coffee, a ritual almost as important as a write of passage into adulthood. As I set off to scoop the grinds and brew the water,…