I’m always thankful that my family isn’t very traditional about how we celebrate Chinese New Year, and neither is The Hubs’ side of the family. There are no obligatory visits to relatives, and they pretty much leave us to decide how we want to spend the holidays. Last year, we scooted off to Tokyo for a quick getaway and had a blast. This year, we contemplated another trip back to Japan but decided to usher in the Year of the Dragon with both sets of parents in Genting, Malaysia. Would it have been way more fun in Japan? Maybe. But nothing in Japan could have topped hanging out with my dad and working out our strategies at the gambling table. Or having a little more time to talk to my mom without having to rush around because of work and other commitments. Or watching the dad-in-law’s face light up because he was having fun. On New Year’s eve, we said goodbye to the Year of the Rabbit, and said hello to the Year of the Dragon. 6,000 feet above sea level with fireworks in the sky, surrounded by people we love. Happy Lunar New Year everybody!