For being such a coffee addict... I rarely if ever post photos of the coffee I love. Here is my very first coffee as a 30 year old (And also props to the Barista Parlor crew who gave me some chocolate as a birthday present... they've got some great employees). I've been in Nashville since the first week of December, 2009. I came here as an ex truck driver, a wannabe musician, and an art student/college dropout. I came here broken. I came here searching for a purpose to living other than taking up space. I came here clinging to the hope of finding something that mattered. I came here... with only the support of a few Nashville friends that I barely knew. Even my own family at first was freaked out in the beginning (and I don't blame them... I had no plan of any sort). I came here with anger inside. I came here without confidence in my talents or abilities. I came here without any idea of what my future would ever be. And now looking back I'm so thankful that nothing I ever planned for my life came to fruition. I could never have imagined being as fulfilled as I am now... with the friendships I'm surrounded by, and all the love and support and encouragement in the world. I love you all so much, and I wouldn't be here without you. The reason I'm sharing this photo with you... is because I remember the day I quit truck driving. I was nearly ran off the road into a bridge by a man not paying attention driving his pickup truck. He came over into my lane and I had to hug the shoulder... and I was hauling 47,000 pounds of HAZMAT... which happen to be containers of acid. I came inches from clipping that bridge... and I would have most certainly died in a very unpleasant way. My forearms were sore for a bit after because I squeezed the steering wheel so hard. I pulled into a truck stop about two miles away... called my company... and told them what happened... and that I couldn't do it anymore. They were super nice... told me to chill out and regroup, and then just bring it home. I remember the cup of coffee I had right after. While drinking that coffee I decided that I would move to Nashville the next day. Unfortunately I don't have a photo of it. But it's nice to think of how much my life has changed around me, how much I've changed myself, how many friendships have helped me grow... between two cups of coffee separated by 6 years, and 75 miles.