I hate it when the lunar new year fades away like the newmoon and it's back to the grind of reality and responsibility in the Army.
CNY this year was ok. Went back to all the same places we always go every year. I think for once we made a deliberate effort to be early to my maternal grandma's place, and managed not to be too early for my granduncle's dinner. Ha.
Made it back to Mrs. Nancy Tay's place again. My geography teacher in Chinese High was also matt's St. John's teacher-in-charge, so we dragged him along. We ended up making guotie there for our own lunch. It was nice to catch up with her and jiaqi and edmund (looking slimmer, brother!).
In fact it only just dawned on me that it would be at least 21 months before I return to these houses and see those faces again.
The thing that really hurts me most about leaving overseas for school is the leaving behind of this humble youth ministry in West Coast. I am convinced it is the only activity that is directly God-glorifying and eternally satisfying. You're never ready
to walk through that door
Till you cross
its wooden frame
and close it
I haven't even counted my hongbao pickings yet