French Vanilla Roast

So, my past two blogs epitomized the depression and struggles I have dealt with since before I can remember.  Even in journals and diaries I owned at age seven described my depressive states and negative perspective on life.

Finally, I deleted them and burned the physical ones.

To say that I have recovered isn't entirely accurate, but rather that I have learned how to manage both what is biological and environmental.  I feel like I am in an incredibly awkward stage of life with a barely discernible line between adulthood and college life.

One of my favorite photos so far!

Chris and I were married in June and since then life has been nonstop!  This transition phase in El Paso has definitely brought us closer, but also revealed that no matter how much you love someone, they can still be difficult to live with...at times. Anyways, while Chris is in Iraq I intend to create a Bucket List for El Paso of things we should do when we reunite in this strange city in a year.

For the wedding, Darienne bought me a coffee grinder!  I love have freshly ground coffee every morning.  Chris doesn't drink coffee and the initial beans I bought were a dark roast (I'm not really a fan, either) with a strong odor that was not very pleasing.  After forcing myself to finish that bag I purchased the french vanilla flavor and medium roast.  Sooo much better!

Yum!