Explosions wrack the city, an unceasing echo of chemical thunder. They've been going since well before midnight last night, marking the start of the Year of the Horse. We even set off some of our own in the moments just past midnight, adding to the general cacophony.
I wish we had fireworks in Australia. For, you know, anyone to use. It'd be fun.
At least, not for a little while. Say, the rest of this year.
Let's number them off. January last year, two weeks in Vietnam. June/July, two weeks in the US. December, two weeks in Hawaii. Now, on the 21st of January, I'll be flying to China until the 1st of March.
Five weeks in China. God.
Originally I was supposed to be an English language teacher. Now, I'm going to travel around China and sightsee. At least, that's what I think...unless things change again.
I'm just so sick of it. Like, thinking about going overseas again makes me pissed off and lethargic and I just don't want to do it.