Problem? I Don't Have a Problem.

This is what part of my kitchen looks like: COFFEEEEEEEEEEE

Let me explain: The French Press and the regular drip coffee maker are both originally mine. As in, I obtained them on my own because I needed wanted them. Everything else? Those were gifts from various people.

My friend's mom called me a week before I moved out to Connecticut and told me that she had been cleaning out the attic and found some stuff I might want. When I got there to look at the "stuff" I found the espresso machine, and upon that espresso machine was a sticky note with my name on it. It would have been rude at that point to not take it.

Then a few days later, I went out for one last goodbye dinner with another friend of mine. When I got to the restaurant, she was sitting there with a giant gift bag on the seat next to her.

"What was inside," you ask? The Keurig. Again, what kind of friend would I be to not accept such a thoughtful gift?

So... fast-forward to Christmas: the grinder appears in my life. That glorious baby has 18 different settings so that I can now grind whatever coffee beans I like to suit whichever coffeemaker I so choose to use that morning. It's like absolute bliss for me. I also got various bags of coffee beans which are now happily residing in my freezer, awaiting the day that I say, "Congratulations! You get to fuel me for the next few days! You have been chosen!" In my head, I picture the bags of coffee all reacting like those aliens in Toy Story. You know the ones: they're all stuck in the claw machine and they go "Ooooooo," and it's super adorable yet kind of terrifying. Yeah, that's my coffee.

I know what you're thinking: Wow. Emelie must really like coffee.

You're right. I do. I practically worship the stuff. Some people say I have a "problem" or an "addiction," but I know they're all just joking around, because there hasn't been an intervention yet, and interventions are, like, really in right now, you guys.

Not to mention, if people really thought it was a problem they wouldn't be enabling me, right? I mean, who gives a crack addict a pipe for Christmas? Let's be honest.

Plus, studies* show that 2 cups of coffee a day is really good for you, and by my logic, that must mean that 8 to 10 cups of coffee a day is REALLY good for you.

Basically, I'm just super health-conscious.

Also, feel free to send me coffee.

*I can't think of specific studies right now, but I know they're out there.