Coffee Deja Vu

This weekend I encountered a chilling deja vu moment of when my favorite coffee cup broke. Long gone is the chunky pieces of ceramic that I once loved so dearly. Though my cupboards fill themselves with mugs of various shapes, colors, sizes, and personalities, none will ever be replacement for my favorite mug.

I become strangely attached to inanimate objects. Their familiar texture and shape comforts me. I am sure Freud could uncover the strange attachment, but for me, it’s just one of my quarky personality traits.

Since July 2003, I have become attached to one single wine glass. It’s fuller shape, and thick glass always looked elegant with soft red Oliver wine. This weekend, it shattered. For almost 6 years, this wine glass has held every sip I have taken from wine poured at home. Even when I have entertained guest, that wine glass was mine.

Now, it is gone.

Just like my favorite coffee cup, my wine glass will never be replaced. It’s a symbol of historic value that carries secret legacy’s of mine. The array of emotional moments I shared with my coffee cup and wine glass will forever be gone. I may sound strangely attached but it’s the constant things in life that make us feel like we are at home regardless the location. When the constant things disappear, we feel displaced.

Whether it is the town you grew up in, first house you purchased, favorite pair of jeans, or a wine glass, these things are tokens of our life. Tokens of our legacy. When they break, it is a symbol of our legacy slowly breaking down into indecipherable pieces.