A NEW DAY HAS COME//CELINE DION
Secret: I love Celine Dion. And I don’t mean in the ‘likes to belt out the Titanic theme song when drunk’ way, I mean in the ‘when I listen to Celine Dion very specific memories from my childhood are triggered’ way.
When I was younger, I spent a lot of my time in Hong Kong. My parents and I would fly there during the majority of my school holidays, and we would spend two blissful weeks staying with my Aunt in her 5th floor apartment. At first, there was no real purpose to these trips. But there was a period when Dad worked in China, so Hong Kong was a meeting point, and Mum and I would be back in Hong Kong whenever the opportunity arose.
Which meant that there was a lot of Celine Dion. My Aunt, God knows why, loved Celine Dion more than any other artist. But this meant that all our car rides revolved around the A New Day Has Come album. 10 years later I could probably still recite you 10 of the tracks on that album.
Having said that, I can’t pretend I don’t love it. Hell. I went to the Celine Dion concert in 1999. No, I’m serious. I used to think I had just dreamt it, but one day when I asked Mum if we had maybe, just maybe, been late to a Celine Dion concert that took place at the old Hong Kong airport and resulted in us running up and down aisles trying to find our seats, she laughed at me and said “Wow I didn’t think you’d remember that!” Gee, thanks Mum.
Occasionally I will go back and listen to A New Day Has Come and pretend that I am cruising around in the back seat of my Aunt’s Mercedes Benz, (again, someone will need to explain to me why a woman without a driver’s license owned a Merc) singing along with Celine, not a trouble in the world. A New Day Has Come reminds me of the dirty and crowded restaurants we would have dinner at, so filthy that we would wash the chopsticks ourselves with the boiling tea provided. The hours, days, weeks, I would have spent in Times Square shopping. And fuck! I know I spent a massive amount of my childhood agonizing over which smelly pens I wanted to purchase at City Super.
Just writing this post is making me really sad. I haven’t been to Hong Kong in almost 3 years, and that was just a stop over. The last time I properly stayed in Hong Kong and did all the typical Hong Kong things would have been at least 5 or 6 years ago. I miss my Aunt. She is one of the most beautiful and dedicated people I know and I used to admire her so much for all that she achieved. And she used to love me too. But then as I grew older she noticed a change in my attitude and said that it really disappointed her seeing me the way I was. And I hate that I let her down. I keep saying that I want to go to Hong Kong but I still haven’t acted on it. Once I graduate, I’m going to actually go. Go and give my Aunt a huge hug and tell her that I love her, because people don’t say that often enough. This is me promising myself that I will.
I know this was quite a random post but one day I’ll forget little things like this, and I don’t want that to happen. These little memories are my favourites.