I didn’t realize the week leading up to Chinese New Year would be so hard. I was not prepared for this. I knew the day of, next Monday, might be tough, having to go to work and all. But I figured work would keep me busy. This week though is killing me and it’s only Tuesday.
Why am I not going to SoCal this weekend for Chinese New Year? That would’ve been the smart thing to do.
J. Shih called earlier to let me know he’s flying out to Taiwan tonight to see his mom. Chris is driving down to Irvine this weekend. Even Joy, who I randomly bumped into yesterday, is going to L.A. to visit her mom and sister. I’m surrounded by friends who want to share their excitement for the upcoming holiday with me; I feel like the beggar outside of a restaurant watching the patrons eat through the window.
This is such a lack of foresight on my part. I forgot how difficult Chinese New Year is for me because last year I spent it in Shanghai with my dad, my grandparents, my cousins.
It doesn’t help that I’m still sick. I’ve made up my mind to not take any sick days this year but this flu is really kicking my ass. I’ve been sick for a month straight now and I’m at the end of my patience.
If I put on my red shoes and knock the heels together three times, will that take me home?