sjsprWriting

I collect mugs. Wherever I go I always buy I mug. I drink a lot of coffee and I believe mugs have a lot of influence on how I feel when I’m drinking my coffee. But mugs also remind me of the many places I’ve been and all of them have a meaning behind it. My mom recently threw away my favorite mug because it was chipped and she hates chipped things. I almost cried…it was as if I was emotionally attached to it. The mug was from Ikea it was white with pink, green and blue designs. It was very cute. I had been using it for a year or so. It made me feel relaxed and I felt it had been with me through many ups and downs. I drank coffee in it in my worst and best days. I would start my day before a big exam or a relaxed day drinking coffee in that mug. I remember drinking coffee from it after AP exams and harsh days. I felt it was a mug that held many memories. When my mom threw it away it was like if all of those memories were being thrown away and I needed to start fresh. Then I bought a new mug it has my initial on it, “M.” I haven’t used it yet, I’m waiting to use it when I move to my new apartment because I don’t want it to chip.