When I was a child, every year my mom bought me a new outfit to celebrate Chinese New Year in. Donning brand new threads from head to toe symbolized a fresh beginning and a more auspicious year to come. On New Year's Eve, I went to sleep with new clothes that my mom neatly folded next to my pillow, new shoes set out by my bed, all ready to wear when I opened my eyes to a brand new year.
Our family always gathered for the lunar New Year, my grandmother adorned the house with fresh flowers, and all the kids looked forward to money in red envelopes and delicious feasts for days to come. Like all holidays, Chinese New Year was much more wondrous when I was younger. It wasn't until I left home that I realized why new clothes, on New Year’s Day, felt so special. It felt like love.
We do a much more condensed version of Chinese New Year now, as long as we can get together to share a meal, there's not much more fuss made. But no matter where we are or how we celebrate, this holiday carries with it our constant wish that waiting for us is a healthier, happier, more fulfilling new year. Happy Chinese New Year everyone!
