I was born in a household where we brewed a lot of tea. Green, black, lemon, ginger, peppermint… you name it, we brewed it. Since I moved out, I always start my day with a fresh cup of tea my parents sent me. It pumps me up for the rest of the day. When I am upset or anxious, tea reminds me of home, of the sweet memories of childhood. It becomes my friend to cheer me up as someone living alone.