After my test this morning I thought I’d grab something warm for the walk back to the train. It was entirely not worth it but the cashier was being a real you-know-what, and that’s something for another site LOL.
I was just feeling like chai and I needed an immediate fix. So in that case this wasn’t bad, it was nice to sip on it while I waited forever for the train, and it got me to thinking about the past.
When I lived in Tennessee, there was only one Starbucks for the longest time about 15 miles away, so obviously it wasn’t worth it and so when I went to NYC when I was 15 on a theatre trip, it was fascinating to see them EVERYWHERE. I had just been to Chicago a month earlier where my aunt took us to one, and she got me the Passion tea lemonade. One morning I got tea, not even sure what kind, but I felt very important in Rockefeller Center with my tea.
And time was probably the start of drinking tea, but just very on and off. There was always tea in the house but it wasn’t until a couple years ago that it was full blown.
But I didn’t even remember about that tea in NYC until I was drinking this today! Amusing.