Tea

I miss tea.

It's weird what one misses abroad. Each time I'm on foreign soil I want something that I never appreciated in the States. In Spain, I missed people smiling at me on the street. And American men. In Australia, I missed playing soccer. In Ecuador, I missed peanut butter and Wheat Thins. Now, in Seoul, I miss tea.

Tea has never (directly) played a huge part in my life. I did not enjoy tea in high school, even though it was readily available. In college I still refused it, until my Senior year when a roommate was somewhat of a tea connoisseur. My love for tea: started growing in Spain with two Okies, magnified in Australia at Reefo's (ha!) and then fizzled out when I returned back for grad school. I could take it or leave it. If it was there, I would not deny the pleasure.

Not all tea is good. I have had my share of bad tea experiences. But as I have grown older and learned more about myself and tea, I long for it just as I have missed other unappreciated goods in the past.

I miss tea. Glorious, mind-altering tea.