Today is the first day of lunar new year. With my mum being Malaysian Chinese, it’s been a celebration in my family since as long as I can remember.
However, the odd thing is I’ve never made it my own. When I left home, I didn’t continue celebrating. I sent messages home, and went to a few gatherings with extended family in London, but I made very little effort.
That changes this year. Maru and I are making a point to celebrate. We’re decorating our flat and making traditional dishes. I realised that unless I make an effort, this special and unique celebration—that was very much a part of my childhood—won’t continue in our family.
I’m just glad I didn’t wait any longer to start!