In a few hours, the coffee shop will be opened for the first time for the public, and it unnerve me enough to had an insomnia and can't eat well for this last two days. I rarely got it.

During the years of my carreer life, I've served countless cups of cappuccino - latte - frappuccino - brewed coffee to customers. I've dealt with stubborn employee to stubborn customers. I've made recipes to boost up sales. I've made recipes especially for some customers so they felt like home with their personalized cup of coffee. I've stood up on my feet for 8 hours straight. I've served coffees at people's homes and parties.

So, does owning a small and simple coffee shop came easy on me? The work, yes. But, the name of the coffee shop, not.

You see, as I sweat during those years making cups to your like, I've been representing somebody else. It was other people's name on stake. Me? I'm merely a person you come up when you've a bug in your coffee. I'm merely a face you chat up with while waiting for your coffee at the bar. At the end of the day, you'll already forget that person with that face. All you remembered is that you had a nice perfect cup of coffee in your hand while you met with client or spent your time with a nice book that morning. 

This time, it's like I bare myself naked for people to see. How my coffee tasted, how my food blend in with their coffee, how I stopped and say hi to customers, how I put the decor, how I display my bar, it will all represent me. When people step in later this day, they will be greet not only by the barista at the bar, but they will meet the person who dream about this shop and then make it happen.

So, yes it's scary to put yourself up on the display as my pastries do. But I have to be proud also. Everything within the shop were handmade. Were known both to me and my husband. Every board - every paints - every pictures - every surfaces, they all went through our hands. 

I'm proud.. but I'm not that easy to satisfied. I hope to make more in days to come. But for now, enjoy!

Ps. pictures will come up later. The photographer is still in bed. :)