When I was upacking our boxes I came across a little machinato (Italian expresso machine), a parting gift from a friend of mine back in Australia. As I pulled out that little, silver beauty; so simple in design yet so sophisticated – my heart lifted. After a full day unpacking crap that I didn’t need (like a million cups and mugs “just take them you never know you might need them” – yeah like never!) I held that beautifully designed gift in my hands and smiled.
I placed the machinato on the bench and left it there as a symbol of joy. That week, I took a trip to the supermarkets to do the shopping and there I stood in the coffee and tea aisle staring, looking, yearning to be able to make my own coffee. I picked up an expensive packed of ground coffee and through the packaging I could smell it; heavenly scented, sweet coffee. I don’t care how much that coffee cost me, when I got home I unpacked the shopping and made myself my first cup of real coffee and it was lovely.
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