My neighborhood Starbucks closed its doors on Friday.
It's only now that I'm able to talk about it.
It wasn't a surprise. Technically, I've known it was coming ever since Starbucks HQ released the list of store closings back in July.
But still. It hurts. They took away my caffeine. Not to mention that was the only distributor of Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate for a five-mile radius.
Some of you may be rolling your eyes right now. I know it's not hip to like Starbucks. Too homogenized, too ubiquitous, too bent on world domination.
But here in Minnesota, coffee isn't just trendy. In January, when it's dark 28 hours a day and the temperature struggles to hit -40, coffee is life. It's necessity. It's survival. And that Starbucks was the only coffee shop on my daily route.
Guess I'll have to turn to the caffeine dealer next on the chain -- my husband. He makes a mean cup of joe.
And lucky for me, he's not going anywhere.
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