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I apologize for my lack of posts for those of you who take the time out of your day to read my blog. I find that with my increasingly busy schedule, I have very limited time to update this blog regularly. Hopefully, once I complete this semester (and pass) my 18 units of journalism courses, I’ll have more time on my hands to dedicate myself to this blog.

Recently in one of my writing courses, we had to craft an observation story and of course, I got the least exciting area on campus: the library. However, in preparation for writing my library story, I got to thinking about places that I regularly go to, in order to get into the mindset of “observing for stories.”

The first step, they say, for anyone who has an addiction is admitting that you have a problem. Hello, my name is Vivian and I am a Starbucks addict.

Ever since my very first double chocolatey chip frappacino in sixth grade, I have loved Starbucks. Since then, I have experimented with the assortments of coffees and teas and have even gone so far as customizing my own concoctions. Even on social media sites, I follow bloggers who share my passionate love for Starbucks. But it’s not just the drinks – though I admit to being a Gold Card Member who consumes an average of two “Venti’s” a day – it’s the atmosphere.

When you step into an actual Starbucks cafe, you are greeted with soothing contemporary music in the background of all the hustle and bustle of baristas. Every time I enter one of my “regular” locations, I am greeted by a barista who automatically strikes up casual conversation before asking me if I would like “the usual.” I am often enchanted by the assortment of pastry goods on display – and on occasion, I indulge myself if it had been a good workout week.

After I pick up my drink, I settle myself down in one of their cozy seats with a good book or a good show or movie queued up on my Hulu. When I do have work to get done, I opt for their tables, which for whatever reason, keeps me more focused and motivated than my desk at home. Sometimes, when I am there long enough, the sweet aroma of coffee beckons me, and I return to the counter for either a free refill (the perks of being a Gold Member) or a completely different drink altogether. THen I return, sinking back into the cushions, happily sipping on my “corporate coffee.”

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