Bonding with my mom over Starbucks mugs
Pour yourself a cup of coffee in my kitchen and chances are it’ll land in a Starbucks mug. After years of stashing them away, I’ve lost count of how many of them I have from distant places stuffed in my overly-full cabinet.
My boyfriend hates the clutter, but I can’t bear to get rid of the collection of mugs that I’ve acquired. In some ways, they’re a part of my family.
When I was a teenager, my mom and I used to travel to New York City every so often so I could look at colleges with good theater programs. During these trips, we would always visit Starbucks multiple times. We didn’t have one in our hometown of Worcester, Massachusetts, and getting Carmel macchiatos there made me feel so sophisticated as a 16-year-old.
There are few things that I remember as deeply from my senior year of high school as when we finally got a Starbucks in Worcester. After cheerleading practice, my mom (who was also my coach) and I would leave the campus and make a beeline there to sip on fancy lattes an…
My boyfriend hates the clutter, but I can’t bear to get rid of the collection of mugs that I’ve acquired. In some ways, they’re a part of my family.
When I was a teenager, my mom and I used to travel to New York City every so often so I could look at colleges with good theater programs. During these trips, we would always visit Starbucks multiple times. We didn’t have one in our hometown of Worcester, Massachusetts, and getting Carmel macchiatos there made me feel so sophisticated as a 16-year-old.
There are few things that I remember as deeply from my senior year of high school as when we finally got a Starbucks in Worcester. After cheerleading practice, my mom (who was also my coach) and I would leave the campus and make a beeline there to sip on fancy lattes an…
