Earlier this week, I figured out that there is a Coffee Bean inside of a building that is two doors down from my own apartment building.
My immediate thoughts:
- How have I lived here for 6 months without knowing this?!? I used to think I was detail oriented. Now… not so much.
- Is this a good thing? If I am craving a Tea Latte (I only order tea products from CBTL. Their coffee is not so excellent, unfortunately) I no longer have to drive (or take a half hour walk) into Westwood Village or even South of Wilshire Blvd. to get my fix.
- Is this a bad thing? It is way too tempting to get drinks. I have already gotten too many. And I am already on a first-name basis with the Barista. I need to stay away from my general apartment area between 5pm-6pm… they have a happy hour from 5-6! 50% off beverages!
- WAIT! By June or July… I will no longer be living two doors down from a coffee shop. I have been given this luxury only to have it torn away by the end of next quarter.
- At least I found it in time for finals! Correction. I meant to say… final. As in I am only taking one exam. Sigh. It has been good for me to take it easy this quarter, but seriously, one final?!? It kind of takes away the adrenaline rush of 10th week/finals week. I do have some more papers that I need to do well on, but still. Okay, end of that digression, back to my thoughts on Coffee Bean.
- The Coffee Bean is inside of the Hillel building. Hillel is a Jewish student center. Hmm… I get it! The Coffee Bean is Jewish owned. That explains why they are Kosher.
- My first name is Esther… my middle name is Ruth… Do they think that I am Jewish? Some people have mistakenly thought that I am Israeli (among a myriad of other ethnicities, nationalities, etc.) in the past, and that was without me visiting a Jewish organization several times in a week.
- As a… Non-Jew? Gentile? and even more so, as a Christian, is it bad for me to be getting coffee from here?
and finally…
- Why are so many thoughts generated by finding this place? Haha, I really do overthink everything. Oh well. Makes me who I am.
Hmm, I like how much I think. But I bet it makes me think more about somethings than I really have to.