Welcome to the year of the pig!

Happy Chinese New Year! Now it’s my sister’s year—the year of the pig. So throughout my 24th year, people mentioned that it was unlucky. Better watch out, the Chinese superstition said. There’s something wrong with the stars.

I am no believer of superstitions. The past year was in some way unlucky but also lucky. Right near the beginning of the Chinese New Year, I broke my right hand while skiing which caused a lot of its own challenges. But in that, I also got to know some people I would not have gotten to know. The past year, I met many people for the first time this year–E and Lele to name a few. There were the delayed flights I never thought I would be on. Then there were the job interviews that didn’t go right. And then the few that had potential. And the accidental shopping. The poor judgments. Then there were the gut feelings that turned out right. There were the bad roommates and then the best ones I have ever had. And horrible landlords to find a great one. And the dreams of moving to the East Coast or out of the country dashed to discover there was a great life anyway in San Francisco.

Maybe I just have a tough time believing in luck. I have always taught myself to find the silver lining in every gray cloud.

Yeah, so after my earlier 6-day blog hiatus due to a sudden change in personal paths, I have gotten back into my original blogging habits. Or because now I have a reason to procrastinate.

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