Out of everything in the world that I could possible blog about, why did I choose tea?? I could drone on and on about all the reasons why I love tea, but for the simplest answer, tea is my escape in a cup.
I’ve always grown up loving tea, because that was the drink of choice for my mom. I’m not saying that tea was forced upon me at a young age and I eventually grew to like it, however it did become a method my mom used and implemented into my life during certain times. The times that I would normally drink tea would be: when I was upset/sad/angry/stressed (see the pattern of negative emotions 😉 ), when I wasn’t feeling well (especially stomach bugs–peppermint tea was a life saver), before bed or a nap, after dinner or lunch, hot tea on a cold winter’s night, iced tea on a hot summer’s day (no soda for Katherine!), and especially on the boat.
After a while, I would just start a routine of drinking tea during these times whether or not my mother was around to brew the tea for me. It became so much of a routine that even now when I’m in college and living alone, I still find myself craving tea, or just turning the kettle on when I’m stressed out.
Something like tea, that I enjoy drinking and has a wonderful resonating meaning to me seems like the perfect topic to write about. Eh mates?