Today is the first day of Chinese New Year. There is a tradition that whatever you do today, you will continue to do all year. So children aren’t scolded or spanked today, because if they cry, they will cry all year. You’re also not supposed to wash your hair or sweep today because you could be getting rid of your good fortune for the next year.
Today is also the day I left Massachusetts, and more importantly, Stick, to go to my parents’ house before leaving for China, so I wasn’t exactly partying like it’s 4704.
I found out that I make this weird noise when I cry, which sounds a little like something Squeaky does on turns. I have also developed a fixation on our last events, like some kind of crazed anti-memorybook. Our Last WarCraft Night. Our Last Diner Trip. I feel like one of the Sex and the City girls, destoying a perfectly fine night with my relationship neurosis, until Stick practically holds a filibuster on what to eat for Our Last Order-In And Play Computer Games Night.
I finally said goodbye to Stick and I drove to New Jersey, on my Last Trip in Squeaky, the two of us making the same noises.