This essay is an experiment that attends to the habit of tea as both subject and object. A coalescence of habit as threshold as home. In an assemblage of encounters, I hear, I sense, I smell, I taste, and I show how my habit (of tea) is a trestle—both a transport and a transaction in which I arrive and depart multiple times, every day. Consider these words a kind of searching (and finding), a cartographic tracing, a constellation—of habit, of home, of threshold—a plotting to find and arrive home.

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