Taiwan Sun Moon Lake Black Tea Tent

This tent began with a Taiwan Sun Moon Lake Black Tea teabag. Not just any teabag, but one sent by a Taiwanese friend living in the United States. It arrived quietly, carrying the scent of home and the warmth of shared understanding. I saved the packaging, not because it was beautiful, but because it made me feel seen. From it, I folded a small paper tent—a shelter made from something soft, overlooked, and steeped in care. A gift became a small gesture of remembrance.

The Taiwan Sun Moon Lake Black Teabag reminds me of mornings with my friend, of quiet rituals that taught me how to hold myself together. Inside the full-size yellow tent, I placed the teabag-tent on my suitcase. It is small, but it holds meaning. It speaks of fragility, of migration.

This teabag tent does not protect from the weather, but it shelters homesickness. It is my way of saying I am here, grounded, even when the world around me feels like it is shifting.