A little over a year has passed and it is once again that Chinese New Year time. Or Lunar New Year, for those non-Chinese celebrators. I've taken to calling it by the nation-unspecific name as it leads into amusing jokes alluding to the alien nature of certain partakers.
Regardless of your intergalactic planetary origins, my second new year celebration has come at a rather perfect time. Tomorrow, after some sugar with coffee and cream, I will be heading off to my first day of work. (Actually, I hate sugar in my coffee. But we shall pretend for the sake of referencing a robot with stellar dance moves.)
I feel a little bit like I'm heading to my first day as a freshman. Minus the pubescent awkwardness, thank goodness. But the night was spent preparing our lunches, selecting my outfit, and cleaning the kitchen to squelch the expected night-before anxieties.
A cup of tea and a finger of Irish whiskey have helped to smother the inevitable paranoia that I will either miss both of our alarms or show up on the wrong date. Now, I am invincible. And sleepy.
So, until next time... Happy Lunar New Year, moon people!
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