For those who know me well, part of that title will make sense and the other part, not at all. I love kickboxing. I just started a few months ago, but I love it. Coffee, not so much. Not until a few weeks ago. What I’m about to say will sound very American, and so unlike me; clearly I am adapting better these days. A few weeks ago, I tasted a Java Chip Frappucino from Starbucks. Just writing that I feel like I should be on one of those reality TV shows, don’t ask why, I just do. But I digress. Back to the Java Chip Frappucino. I originally ordered it by mistake, and only realized once they were making it that I had asked for the wrong one, since this one has coffee. I know, that would seem obvious by the “Java” part, but I didn’t really think this through while ordering. My mistake. But I took it, and said I would taste it to see what I thought. I figured that either it couldn’t be that bad (I do love tiramisu, after all, which has coffee and chocolate), or that my husband would drink it if it really was that bad, since he doesn’t mind coffee. Lo and behold, I loved it. Not only did I love it, I’ve actually had cravings for it since then. Which, trust me, is very weird for me, since I’ve NEVER liked coffee, in any way, shape or form. Which brings me back to my title and kickboxing.
So, what does my Java Chip Frappucino have to do with kickboxing? Well, my kickboxing instructor recently had to change location, and has been closed for 2 weeks. She re-opened last Friday, but due to certain circumstances (mostly dental ones), I couldn’t make it back until today. And I was super excited about finally getting back to kickboxing! So I was pumped up and ready to kick some butt, or some bag, rather. Off I went to kickboxing, and to make up for our late start, she just made the workout more intense. But that made it all the more worth it to have finally gotten back into it. I loved it. Yes, more than I love the Java Chip Frappucino (can you tell I love writing the name though?). And still, you must be wondering what that frappucino has to do with kickboxing. Here’s what. After kickboxing, and some mingling before heading home, I had a longing for an ice cold drink (I get warm easily and sweat a lot, I’m sure you were dying to know that). And what better drink than a frappucino? Especially one with coffee. It’s cold, with crushed ice, energy from the caffeine, and let’s be honest, it just tastes good. Now, not only am I not a coffee person, I’m not at all a regular Starbucks person either. Occasionally I’ll go for a hot chocolate or a chocolate frappucino, but it’s actually quite rare. Ok, and I also know that there a lot of better drinks than a frappucino, especially when you want something ice cold after sport. But in my defense, I mostly drink only water (a lot of it!) and very rarely drink frappucinos, so it was a special treat today.
The point is though, that it was a really nice way to start my day, and it shows yet again that we can truly adapt to any place. It might seem silly that it’s getting my frappucino today that makes me note that, but it’s not just that. There were a lot of things I did this morning that I never did before moving here, and that I didn’t imagine myself doing. I drove to kickboxing. I didn’t drive before we got here. That in itself is a huge feat for me and a great source of pride. I’m doing kickboxing. Never did that before, and it feels awesome. I’m meeting more people, chatting with them more often; that’s a huge part of settling in and feeling more at home. And yes, I got that frappucino. But I didn’t go through the drive-through. That’s still a bit much for me. I parked the car (getting better and better at that! At least front-parking…rear-parking, not so much yet), locked it, of course, walked to Starbucks and bought my drink inside. Not a big fan of drive-throughs; it’s not that difficult to park the car and get out. Oh, and it’s often faster too. Try it and pay attention, you’ll see.
It may seem like a strange topic to blog about, and that it doesn’t have much to do with being a third culture kid, but it actually has a lot to do with that. It goes hand in hand with my last entry, about settling in and feeling at home. I’m feeling more at home with every passing day, and it feels good. I’m excited about our home and about what the future has in store. Oh, and I’m definitely looking forward to more kickboxing and Java Chip Frappucinos.