dwight ☼ sorry (english)

I took a sip of coffee out of my Starbucks cup while walking through the parking lot. I smiled as I realized the irony of the situation: a few months ago I couldn't even buy anything at Starbucks because it was way too luxurious for me (and also not available in my little town in Northern Ireland) and here I was in one of the most prestigious (and really expensive) university in the world drinking, that same beverage, which wasn't that incredible and different of any other coffee I drank before, actually. All of that, in the United States. It was hard to believe considering that I've never ever thought that it could happen one day. Even while looking at the rich people I was constantly surrounded by and the impressive buildings around me I just couldn't process that I was there, that it was real and that that was my life, that I was a part of that world.

Still, I couldn't afford a car and I had to go through a place full of them to reach Grand Hall faster because I needed to pick something up at the secretariat. For a second, I didn't even realize I bumped into someone. I quickly raised my head as I watched the black liquid flow over what looked like really expensive high end clothes, and on the trunk of a luxury car. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry !" The young man in front of me looked annoyed and I wished I ordered something else, why didn't I just go with a water bottle? Coffee stains were hard to remove and I was just too broke to pay for the stupid action I just did.