Welcome to the year of the ox. I wish I was in Guangzhou right now. I would have gone to the super-packed flowers market to pick up a branch of peach blossoms along with a bunch of other flowers and balloons for the house. My giant extended clan would be gathering at someone’s house or at a restaurant somewhere, turning up their decible level a few notches. There would be New Year celebrations and performances all over TV and spectacular firework displays exploding in the night sky. Instead, I’m sitting in the office on a Monday morning. I wish Chinese New Year is an official holiday here.