家

it's just one more day to the eve of the lunar new year. i probably love the days leading to christmas the most, cos that's when i find the most time to do self-reflection, but the lunar new year brings the opportunity to spend time with my family.

i rarely see my extended family, but our rowdy noisy gatherings during this time never fail to cheer me up in a way my friends rarely can. perhaps it's only explainable from a biological point of view, these perception of shared histories - after all, i spend so much time with friends, so how can people who are much more like strangers to me bring me so much joy?

but i guess they're simply just a gentle reminder of my past, a constant and ever-present reminder of the roads i've travelled on and those not taken, inescapable signposts showing me the way back home.