So, this is on, how you, get used to, being lonely and alone, on the, holidays, because you'd become, disconnected with families, and you don't have friends, besides, all your friends, they're, with their own, loved ones, celebrating the New Year's, and you're, not invited, so you find, your own way, to surpass this, occasion where you should spend, with your own, loved ones, translated…
How many times is this? He'd looked at the purchased-by-the-year red hydrangea in a pot, and found himself the answer: the FOURTH.
The very first year, he was, upset, cooked himself an inedible, but a whole table's worth banquet-served meal for his New Year's Eve, felt that he couldn't be alone on his own. Put on his heavy coat, walked into the chilling winds, turned into the super convenience shop, sat down, sliding on his cell phone, watched the people come in and out of the shop.
Second year, his mother asked, "are you coming home on February nineth?", he'd responded, "not a chance!"
He'd driven out of the city where he lives, far, far away, from his home, and, resolved his own New Year's Eve meal by eating at the roadside stands of the tourist attraction night markets. There were, the units of families traveling together. On the day his father told him, "Get out of my sight and die away from me", he'd lost, his, home.
instead of this...illustration from online
The third year, he'd, stayed at Taipei, where it's, least, populated, gone to Gongguan for a movie, in the evenings, the eateries are all closed, there was only, KFC. He'd ordered a fried chicken meal, gone to the second floor with the seating, saw the two tables, pushed together, with the male and female migrant workers, speaking in tongues he couldn't, comprehend. With his tray, he'd felt, that he'd, broken into, their, home, and interrupted someone else's, New Year's Eve reunion.
Walking down those vacant streets in Taipei, he'd thought, that the pronunciation of "chicken" is exactly the same as the pronunciation of "home" in Taiwanese, if he'd had chicken for this meal, then, he still, had a, home.
This year, he'd decided to search online for a restaurant that offered a shared New Year's Eve meals for strangers. Then, ordered up a potted plant. He is now, quite, proud that he'd become, more and more, adapted in, spending the holidays on his, own.
This is on, adapting to being alone, and, being alone hits us especially hard, on the holidays, you go out, and see everybody with their loved ones, and you look at yourself, and you're, all, alone, and it does NOT feel good at all!
this was, what he, had...photo from online
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