Spring has sprung and I'm ready for more rockets

The first time a rocket hit me, I threw my hands over my face thinking I should be in pain, but I felt none. As I lowered my hands, a smile spread across my face. I smiled because the firework meant that year wouldn't be like the previous one.

I had learned the hard way that the most important Chinese festival, Chunjie, is all about real estate. It's location, location, location.

For my first Spring Festival, I was in the wrong location. That night, I wandered lonely streets in eerie silence in Tianhe, the ultra-modern district of Guangzhou.