What Makes You Happy?

I recently received a care package from my in-laws *cough*theyarewaybetterthanyours*cough*.

It is clear that they really know who I am after being married to their son for seven years. In the care package was candy for my husband (he’s got a mega sweet tooth) and for me there were two bags of chips (YEEEES!) and a container of Decafe Tetley tea.

Have I mentioned I love tea?

I have tea every day. EVERY. DAY. I feel sometimes if I didn’t have it I would melt into a puddle and disappear! Maybe that’s the sign of an addiction problem but I don’t think it’s any worse than what most people feel about coffee.

Tea holds a special place in my heart. Not only is it a warm drink that I can enjoy it reminds me of family gatherings and certain family members.

My background is Anglo-Indian. My maternal grandparents were born and raised in India and they attended British boarding school. They only speak English. They are all shades of brown. My grandmother and I would say that we are not white, we’re beige! It actually offends me when someone calls me white. While I am very pale in comparison to some of my relatives (my father is such a white Canadian he glows in the dark hahahaha) I don’t consider myself to be only white.

Growing up in this culture of curry and tea has cemented certain feelings and expectations within me. We would spend any conceivable holiday at my grandparents. There was always tea. As a grandchild it was part of my job to ensure everyone had a cup of tea and to make it how they liked it. This got pretty complicated during big festivities like Christmas and Easter when extended family and friends of my grandparents would come for a visit.

When I lived with my grandparents I was in my late teens and would drink tea more often. I had been drinking regular orange pekoe tea for a long time, but living with them meant I had it multiple times a day. Even now I scour the grocery store to find the brand that they used.

It’s a comfort for me, then, to drink tea. I drink it when I’m stressed; I drink it when I need a pick-me-up in the morning.

When my grandmother passed away I was able to get one of the cup and saucer sets I always used when I was at their house. It sits on a shelf right now because I don’t want to break it. I’m considering putting a small plant in it once I redo my office. Otherwise it’s just collecting dust.

This is what makes me happy. What makes you happy?



Posted by Sarah Jayne in Rantings, 1 comment