Tales of a coffee-holic: Calling home

Two times in my life I’ve picked up and moved to a seemingly random place where I knew no one, or almost no one.

When I moved to Denver, I knew only the person I moved there with. I left an extensive network of friends in Indiana that I’d been making basically since birth and a gigantic extended family. Many of my relatives still live on Sievers Road in Vincennes, Ind.

When I moved to Denver I faced anonymity for the first time in my life. When I lived in Vincennes, everyone knew my dad.

In Denver I knew one person. I found making friends from scratch to be pretty difficult, especially before...