I've always favored buying independent whenever I can. I like the small guy. My mom's businesses are "the small guy," and I've never fit with corporations, their ideals or the wake of destruction they often leave behind, so why should I patronize them?
This young man, Jack, and his older brother, Tom make this lipbalm on their parents' farm. And they sell it, and are fairly successful. And it smells delicious and feels like heaven on my lips because it's made from real ingredients.
Okay, I'm going to admit something that I probably wouldn't normally. But that's what personal growth is, right? Accepting the things that you would rather ignore. I hate myself for drinking Starbucks. And back home, where I am familiar, I knew all the local spots to grab my espresso. Here, in London, I don't as often, and even less, in countries where I don't speak the language. Lost, alone, and frustrated in Germany, the salvation I found to get a grip was inside a starbucks. I knew that the soya latte I was ordering was going to taste a certain way, and it was comforting. Speaking of, I've always wanted to open my own coffee house. Ooh, the irony.