In my constant search for meaning and symbology in the mundanity of everyday latte life in L.A., I find myself in the throes of a shift. In this case, perhaps it’s not those grand scale moments that portend changes in one’s self, but rather, the evolving minutiae of every day life.

It’s the fact that the sweet lady who makes the best Chai in the world at my coffee stand says she might be going back to the Middle East to be with her family. It’s the fact that my neighbors finally bit the bullet and cut down half of my beautiful avocado tree. Or maybe, to put it in really practical practical terms, it’s the fact that I just returned my car of 4 years, as the lease is up and am in au