Spending my first Chinese New Year without my family and close friends from Malaysia would most definitely sadden me to levels I do not want to imagine. It pains me to know that I have not celebrated the last CNY to the fullest.
I wanted to wear new clothes on every single day of the celebration.
I wanted to bake more cookies and prove to my friends I’m awesome in the kitchen.
I wanted to visit the friends I miss so much.
I wanted to spend more time with my beloved family, the one I wouldn’t mind having arguments with, knowing the fact that we will always be together at the end of the day.
Distance not only makes the heart grow fonder, but it fucking makes the mind ponder and wonder about the things you have in life, and that makes the heart grow immensely fucking fonder, so much it hurts! Distance sucks big time.
It’s so heartbreakingly sad when you don’t know something wonderful you are about to do would be the last time you would be doing it, until who knows when. Well, I’m sure I would spend some future CNYs with proper family reunion and gatherings with friends, but you get the idea – I’m just being an emotional wreck, moaning about my unfortunate geographical location during CNY. Not that I don’t love London, because I do, but what is CNY in London compared to CNY with family and friends who gamble!
And O.M.G. The food. O.M.G. O.M.G. O.M.G. I want. I need!
Fine.
Gong Xi Fa Cai.
Whatever.
