7-Eleven vs. Starbucks and How I Sister Wived My Coffee

I'll be the first to say that as a New Yorker it seems to be a requirement to love Starbucks.  I must confess, I have NEVER liked Starbucks.  I have always been truly devoted to my kindred spirit known as 7-Eleven.  Growing up outside the city, 7-Eleven was the equivalent of a Starbucks for me.  I looked forward to it every morning especially the coffee bar with numerous milk choices; I mean it wasn't just half-n-half, skim milk, or whole milk.  It was that PLUS the delicious flavors of pumpkin cream, hazelnut cream, white chocolate mocha and most importantly, scratch off lottery tickets.  
 
Since I moved to the big city, I have been forced to accommodate myself to Starbucks.  I guess it seems more chic, more city girlish.  I've gotten used to it.  It's not exactly my cup of tea, or well, coffee, but it's grown on me.  I wake up looking like something out of the "Walking Dead" and one sip, the caffeine runs through my veins and I start to feel and look human again.  But now, I face a dilemma.  A mere 4 blocks from me a 7-Eleven has opened.  It's like I've been living in a foreign country and all of a sudden have found my embassy!  
 
At first I felt an incredible rush of excitement and nostalgia hit me.  But I also felt uneasy.  My past was now in my present.  Could I go back?  Could I leave the "mocha-frappa-sundae-exra whip cream-hot fudge-cherry on top" Starbucks coffee choices?  As you can imagine I struggled.  The second the 7-Eleven opened I went in, made myself a cup of coffee, and it was like I was in "Field of Dreams."  They built a 7-Eleven store, and people did come.  I thought, this is it.  It has come back into my life and I'm settled on my new coffee place.  Yet there was still a nagging feeling in my mind, my heart, and let's face it, my stomach, that I missed Starbucks.  I had a decision to make.  My Starbucks, or my 7-Eleven.  

Of course, I've always been a tad indecisive when it comes to choosing food and drinks, so I settled for being a polygamist.  If I couldn't choose just one, then there was surely room for both of them in my life a la "Sister Wives" style.  Now I break up my time.  A little 7-Eleven magic here, a little Starbucks extra caramel latte wizardry there.