My kitchen at home always smells like coffee in the morning. When I was little, I remember my dad telling me that he drank four cups a day. I remember thinking he was crazy, but here I am, at 20-years-old drinking at least three cups a day.

I’m addicted to coffee.

My roommate came to me the other day and told me she thinks she’s addicted to coffee. I laughed. I told her it’s a myth, but then I started thinking. OK-- maybe she was right? I might be addicted to coffee.

I like who I am once I have my fix. I will literally wake up and think of nothing but when I will get my coffee. I practically plan my day around my coffee runs. I drink multiple cups. I love that rush of the caffeine flooding my system. It’s true.

I’m addicted to coffee.

I can practically throw a rock and hit my closest Starbucks. The line is never not snaked around the downstairs. I wait minute after minute for my iced vanilla coffee then retreat to the upstairs to do work. The first sip is incredible. I feel like I am changed and changed for the better when I have my cup. That iced coffee is my escape.

I’m addicted to coffee.

So, what is there to say about a generation addicted to caffeine and coffee? I think we can find better ways to get that same caffeine high. Maybe if we didn’t drink as many cups we wouldn’t stay up as late as we do. Or maybe if we planned our days better we wouldn’t need that one, two or three cups of coffee to make it through the day and make it through our work.

I’m addicted to coffee, but I don’t want to be anymore.