Dong Dong Dong

First Chinese New Year away from home. I've never been away for a single CNY dinner before this, and the feeling is indeed not one I've become accustomed to.

A 36 degree 18% humidity day, typical for this time of the year. Sometimes I really wonder why Melbournians grumble a lot about the weather. Too hot, too cold, this that this that. I'm quite happy with heat, but the boyfriend finds it excruciating.

No angpau, no 7 course fatty pork meal. I didn't even feel like doing the tourist-ey trip to Chinatown and watch dodgy lion dancers and fat Vietnamese women doing their own rendition of CNY-carols with other old fat tourists standing around and snapping pictures.

Just dinner at home with the person who means more to me than anyone else in thus tiny little world.

And then it rained, we got stinking hot and sweaty, and just for a few split seconds the humidity reminded me of home and all the stuff I left behind me, perhaps bringing back the homesickness by a bit.

Happy Chinese New Year.