East Coast House started without me even realizing it. Four months postpartum, making coffee in the mornings became a little something I looked forward to doing for myself. Before long, I was making coffee for my mom, then all my cousins on summer vacation, and eventually anyone who came over. What began as a moment for myself became a way to bring people together.

For the past year and a half, family and friends have been telling me I should open a coffee shop. As a mom of two little ones and a firewife, I loved the idea of having something of my own to pour into, but opening a coffee shop wasn’t something I was ready to take on just yet. Still, the idea stayed with me, and I began imagining another way to share my love of good coffee and the connection that comes with it.

Eventually, that little morning ritual became East Coast House.