Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Coffee and Parents

I never used to like Coffee, I mean I just didn't understand why people drank something that tasted like licking dirt. Then at my year 12 retreat, it was really, really cold, and i was really really tired.

They allowed us to use their kettle and mugs but the only kind of hot drink we could make was instant coffee. So I made one, and i wrapped my cold hands around the warm mug and that was the beginning of my love for coffee.

Now I'll easily have one or two a day, white, no sugar. Unless I'm at my dads because he has a fancy coffee machine and fancy coffee tastes better with sugar in it.

I have to decide if I'm going to go over to his for the next school holidays, I mean I do but I don't. A friend from High School said he's coming to Perth in July and if I didn't get to catch up because I was at Dads I'd be so annoyed.

I like that I get to choose when I go, but i also hate it because then it feels like I have to choose which parent to make happy and which one is going to be disappointed.

I hope I'm able to make a decision that causes the least amount of tension possible. 

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