I spent today trying to rationalize keeping this coffee maker. I haven’t used it in a year. I’ve been using a Chemex, if not I got a v60 pour over too. I also just got an Aeropress. I can’t think of one practical reason to keep it. The reason I’ve kept it this long is because my Grandmother got it for me when I moved into my first apartment 4 years ago. I’ve attached this sentimental feeling to an inanimate object. I tend to do that. If I had unlimited space, I would probably rarely get rid of any of them. I’ve seen Hoarders, I know what your thinking. I don’t have unlimited space. I’ve moved 3 times in 4 years in New York City where rent is stupid high and space is limited. I’m able to shed layers when I need to.
It seems stupid to have an emotional attachment to a coffee pot, but I do. I’m struggling to let it go. I took it off the counter, and put it in a to go pile by the door, but I’m know I’m stalling. It makes me think of her, and then I inevitably think of my grandfather as well. I forget it all the time, because life goes on, but I miss my grandparents, and this red piece of plastic reminds me of them.