Given this is the final article that I will write for The Bulletin as a Warrior Words columnist, it seems only fitting that I take this opportunity to say good-bye to Wilton. How can I begin to bid farewell to a town and a community which has brought me up since day one of my very existence? This notion has plagued my mind for the past several weeks. For the vast majority of this school year, college talk has been just that: chatter and curiosity about what the future may hold for each member of the senior class. However, what once lay far ahead of us in a distant future, and seemed like somewhat of a mirage, is now in full focus and is hurtling toward us with no signs of deceleration. I could choose one of several angles for the following column: the “hysterical panic” angle, in which I would discuss each and every thing I dread about moving far away from the place in which I drew my first breaths, or the “heartbreaking distress” perspective, which would include descriptions of the despair I feel regarding my “too-soon” departure from my childhood. In this particular situation, however, I would prefer to reminisce about Wilton’s distinguishing characteristics. So here it goes.
The first thing that comes to mind is Starbucks (probably because of the fact that, as I type with my right hand, my left clutches the plastic cup that holds the greatest combination of ingredients on God’s green earth). While I am eternally grateful that Starbucks Coffee is an enormous chain with multiple locations in nearly every town in the country, I will forever miss the customer service provided to me by the Wilton branch. Upon walking into the café at the same time every day, the barista knows my order down to the number of ice cubes. For any baristas-in-training looking for work in Evanston, it’s a grande skim light ice chai tea latte for the petite brunette at 7:52 a.m. Start memorizing.