On the second day after I came back, I took the subway from Oakland to San Francisco with my friends. As soon as I entered the subway station, I saw a circle of uncles and aunts kicking shuttlecock downstairs. It was probably too cold outside. When we arrived in San Francisco, it was cloudy everywhere. When I walked to the farmer’s market on Saturday, I saw an organization teaching how to make a Singaporean cold sashimi salad with auspicious meanings for celebrating the Spring Festival.…