Every Chinese new year’s eve, I like to take a walk in Chinatown street market after dinner. It is almost like a pilgrimage for me. Don’t ask me why. It does not seem or feel like Chinese New Year without that trip. There were a few occasions which I stayed till the next morning.
This year, I broke my own record.
It is absolutely the shortest time that I remained in the market. In less than 30 minutes, I was heading home. What happened? I don’t know. That is the problem. I do not even know why I lost interest for a routine that I faithfully followed annually. Could it be the warm weather? Or the inconsiderate crowd? Or the uninteresting merchandise on sale? Or my age? Somehow, one thing I am sure. The magic is gone.
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