Editor’s letter
I don’t so much remember my first Chinese New Year celebration, as I can still feel it. The bass of the drums rumbling up through my feet, taking over my whole body as my four-year-old heart began to beat in time with the rhythm; the electric jolt of cymbals clashing as a fur-trimmed, yellow lion’s head bobbed its way through our school playground, its huge eyes blinking playfully before chomping on a lettuce (a symbol of wealth and prosperity, I would later learn). Growing up in Hong Kong, Chinese New Year was always part of my life. But it was only as I grew older that I learned just how far reaching and diverse Lunar New Year traditions could be. From Tê´t in Vietnam and Seollal in South Korea, to Malaysia,…