07/03/2024
Damn, the tea shop was cool af.
If you talked to me anytime in the past year, you would’ve felt that I was OVER that tea shop. 🤣I’m being honest. It was a lot. Putting it down was/is a relief.
But now that it’s finally wrapped I can sit with those feelings a bit more and see that there’s more to it than just pure exhaustion. Lol.
I’m so proud of what it was. Not one ounce of regret, not around timing - not money invested - sacrifices. None of it. I would do it again and just like I did. When I say I’m proud - I’m SURE of it, ten toes about it.
The goal was never for it to last for ever. Nor was it to become some huge super company. It was always about curating a vibe and connecting with people, over tea of course. I DID THAT.
I had a black owned tea shop in downtown Syracuse. WHAT? Lol. Like come on … these are the types of stories that pass through generations. And the 210 Teas name pays homage to tea at my gramma’s kitchen table. This is monumental for me. It happened. It was real. People felt it, they experienced it. People enjoyed it! It wasn’t some janky get rich quick side hustle - it was a good, authentic, real experience. People met people. People came and got vulnerable in there. Like real life was happening in there - there was nothing shallow about it. I didn’t need a line out the door to make an impact. It was real. Wow.
What a time. What a space. What a memory.
Shout out to the tea shop. Shout out to this experience that reminds me I’m capable of doing whatever I want. Shout out to everyone that came through and made this a real thing for me. I cannot thank you enough. If I ever do this again, tea on me. Lol. 🫶🏾
With love, Kahs.