The start of my coffeehouse adventures

Recently I thought back to the first cafe I went to. I was 11, and it was jazz night. I was with my friend at the time and her grandparents, people who were always taking us out to try new things. I remember walking in and feeling like I’ve discovered a whole different world. I loved how everyone there was relaxed and enjoying themselves. I ordered a vanilla cappuccino and a pastry (or at least I think I did) but it was 9 years ago, so my memory is a bit hazy. That was the moment I realized I had found my new favorite place. It wasn’t until my freshman year of high school when I truly started to regularly hang out in coffee shops and cafes. Me and my friends would often go out to the movies or to a school function and then end our night at SPoT Coffee in Williamsville, NY. They often had open mic night or small new bands performing on Thursday nights. Normally they have funky music playing, never mainstream pop. Both added to a cool atmosphere we always enjoyed. This coffeehouse gave me so much in my 4 years of high school. I went there for celebrations, serious talks, to cram for exams and to just enjoy the company of my best friends. Now I have found so many new and exciting coffee shops near my college and even in my hometown, as I begin to explore the space around me more and more. But truly I owe it to that day in sixth grade when I found a place I love, and always will.