I have spent 23 years of my life thinking I was an Ox. I was born in 1985 and have been told that was my Chinese astrological sign since we celebrated the Chinese New Year back in preschool. Well, three days ago in my Chinese language class my life was turned upside down when I found out that I'm really a rat. I feel like I have been living a lie the past two decades. I can't believe I never put it together myself. Chinese New Year is in February (or the end of January), so clearly January 2nd counts as the year previous. So, according to the Chinese I was born in 1984, which makes this my year, since 2008 is the year of the rat. No wonder things have been looking up. It's all about the rat, baby.
Interestingly, both of my parents are also rats. My family is just filled with good luck!
In other less exciting news, I broke up with Rod. It was one of those things that was going to happen sooner or later (read: I am moving to China for who knows how long), so well, it happened. Maybe I'll talk about it in more detail some day, but today is not that day.