This is the first year that I won't be spending CNY in Singapore and I'm already feeling the blues...
I'm always a big fan of Chinese New Year. I love the festivities! The whole ambience being ri ri nao nao and how everyone's scrambling for the New Year cookies! How my aunts will go around offering me more and more love letters, bak kwa, kueh bolu, sweets, chocolates! The new clothes, the feeling of a beginning of a new season, the gambling, the ang pows, the sounds of drums of the dragon dance troupes all day long! The glorious glorious food as we tuck in together with so many other people of the extended family! I LOVEEEEE Chinese New Year!!!!
Yet here i am.... in cold damp Paris. Wet roads, chilly winds, grey skies. It's so depressing that I can't breathe. The cookies at the small chinese super market look suspicious and totally unlike the ones that I eat back home.
This won't be the last year that I'll miss CNY I know for sure. Sad. As I see CNY decorations in pictures of people's houses, I'm sad that I won't be there to decorate my parents' house in SG. The lack of the festive ambience, the knowledge that I'd be working on the first and second day of CNY, in a world so far removed from SG, in an office filled with french people, with no one understanding the true meaning of CNY, others thinking that it's just bank holidays for the asian countries make me want to book the first flight back and bask in the New Year festivities, celebrating joyously with the rest of my family...
Labels: chinese new year, sentiments
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