When I am not quarantined in my parents home during a global pandemic, I live by myself in Davis. No roommates, no pets, just me, myself and I… plus my collection of just over a dozen coffee mugs. I am not much of a coffee drinker. I, maybe, have a cup or two a few times throughout the week but certainly not everyday. So, then why do I have so many coffee mugs? Well to put it quite simply, they make me happy.
I have a Princess Belle mug from a trip to Disneyland years ago. I have about five San Francisco mugs because I am obsessed with the city. One from a trip to Seattle for a cousin’s wedding and a few that my dad has picked up for me on his business trips around the country, among other random ones that I have found as I have gone through life so far.
Sure, there is absolutely no reason why I need to have all of these mugs but it allows me to choose a new one every time I open that cabinet. Whether I use one of my mugs for a cup of coffee with my french vanilla creamer in the morning, or for my ice cream sundae with Reese’s and hot fudge on top on a random Wednesday night, when I see these mugs, fond memories often come floating back to me – of a special time or place with someone who means a lot to me.
To be honest, I know that this is a very silly topic to write about, but in trying times like those we are experiencing today, I thought I would write about something light and frankly ridiculous. Also, I think it is safe to say that when it comes time for me to get married, I certainly will not need to put any coffee mugs on my wedding registry.