I am despondent when I’m not traveling. Yes, I am sure you think I’m being childish, and, you are correct. I did say that I want to stay forever young, didn’t I? I am certain that this is another bout of PTTW (Post Traumatic Travel Withdrawl). To make myself feel better for the past few days, I made sure I had enough of the following on hand: bottles of red wine (notice the plural), a box of microwave popcorn (I had one entire bag each night for the past three nights AFTER having a full dinner), and a box of Dove chocolate bars (I had one ice cream bar last night as well as tonight…why don’t I just finish the entire box now and get it over with?). Of course, this is only a partial list of what I’m admitting to devouring. The funny thing about eating crap while depressed is that after eating the crap, you FEEL like crap! So to soothe myself I went to make some tea, a nightly ritual of mine. But tonight I didn’t feel like having my usual green tea. Instead, I wanted to know what flavors were inside some of the many tea tins I had. I was drawn to a label of a white tea that read “TO LIFE,” and I had no recollection at all of this tea flavor. When I popped open the lid, looking down the cylinder, it was as if I saw a gorgeous ball of happiness inside. It was the last and only ball of blooming tea that I brought back from Turkey. I now remember storing it in the tin from Teavana. Although I was happy that I had one more blooming tea, I could not bring myself to steep it. It was too beautiful, and I want to keep my memory of Turkey alive. I put the tea back in its rightful cylinder of happiness until… I’m ready. I’m not sure when that will be. Until then, here’s TO LIFE.
from Turkey, of course.
How could tea be so beautiful?