It’s the eve of Chinese New Year

For the past few months, it’s always been clockwork, what I do daily rain or shine, weekday or weekend. Most days anyway, unless there is some other appointment that conflicts with the routine.

There have even been days when I would awake with a jolt, wondering which day of the week it was, and if I’d woken up late to miss the regular yoga class I attend. It’s rare and of course I hope it never happens, because anyway as of late, I can’t sleep well. Most days I would rouse from slumber before the alarm actually goes off and so my day would begin earlier than I’d planned for it to.

It’s CNY eve. Most people are scrambling to do their last minute shopping, whether for groceries for the reunion dinner, for the next few days’ meals, or new clothes and shoes. Several shops had already done their last day of business yesterday and let their employees off for today and the next couple of days.

Lunchtime. All F&B outlets that are still open register long queues of hungry people, students or working adults off from their half day of school or work, or those taking a meal break before going off to run more last minute errands.

All this while, it was ‘business as usual’ for me. Did my usual stuff, had my usual breakfast, and decided to go get some non-CNY stuff.

Then I continued to mull the plausibility of skipping reunion dinner.

I really don’t feel like it because I just wanted to hide myself at home and veg out, maybe indulge in fast food for dinner.

But.. could I? And would I? The last thing I’d want is to make my parents worry, or unhappy. Not turning up to reunion dinner, when I’m obviously not out of town, would be a big thing.

Then again, would anyone notice actually?

And so I fulfilled my duty. Is it out of love for my parents or an obligation to be there, I really don’t know.