A moment, if you will, for every Christmas or Chinese New Year's you miss. In Ohio I used to stare into the January cold and think about all the extended family gatherings I was missing. Some 10 years later I'm staring into the December skies of Beijing, past the misplaced Christmas decorations spilling out of malls, and I'm thinking of New York, and all I want to do is watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and cry. Someone very important to me and to a lot of people is getting married soon. I learn of this on Christmas morning, and joy is the only word I have sitting here across the world. She is mentor, role model, generous, thoughtful, brilliant, a woman of impact and more than anyone I know, deserves a happiness that is wholly her own. Joy is the only word.
As for me, even though talks of "marriage," "love," and "dating" seem to be getting the second most hits after "work," "clients," and "proposal," I have as much desire as a nun. I don't want to deal with innuendos and men interested in whatever they see in me. I'm taking at least a whole day this New Year's to lie very still in bed, and read, because, I'm tired, god I'm tired (again). I don't know if it's a problem if the only time I feel alive is when I'm with you.
Merry Christmas, you and you and you.