Go to Ireland.
Don’t understand what anyone is saying. Be gawked at because you are a short ethnic girl. Eat wonderful food. Wonder if it ever stops raining. Truly see and smell the color green.
Avoid drinking. Sit in an AA meeting. Find comfort, loss, and substance. Go out into the bone chilling rain again. Come home with enough tea leaves and tea towels to open a store.
Someday I want to visit India and China where tea is everything. I want to write where tea is a verb but that is overused. Or maybe I’ll just read a book about it. Or write a book about it. I think every country thinks their tea is everything. Because it is.
