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The years have gone by so quickly. It’s time again for another changing of the guard. The pig roots and wiggles its way to the front. Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Dog, Pig… It’s my fifth one… Chengdu, Jiaozuo, Shanghai, Harbin, Shanghai. This year quieter, without Chinese friends or a Chinese family or Adam to spend it with and without my own liquor or fireworks or hongbao. Have I done well by these years? There is no room in my life for regret.

Framed within my windows, fireworks flame into flowery powdered starbursts. The sound of protesting car alarms mixed with squealing children steals airtime in between each boom, yet here, in my little room an unfathomable stillness grows more profound with each passing minute. A dozen well-wishing phone spam messages from friends tick off each hour. I sit alone and silent. This was how I wanted it. And this is how it has happened.

I will drink some black coffee. I will pack some things. And tomorrow, I will go to Kuala Lumpur.

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