Moving In
One side effect of being born into a culture that boasts a continuous history dating back almost three thousand years before the birth of this guy that got nailed to a cross is having to deal with traditions and procedures that evolve over 4702 years. For example, your home has to comply with the rules and regulations of feng shui. This is something that most people, Chinese or not, know about to some degree. At least some rules of feng shui make sense, the following ones do not.
When I called my parents after our closing yesterday, I found out there’s more. There is also the seasonal cycles of good and bad luck. Luckily we happened to choose a good day for signing contracts so our closing date was unintentionally ideal. Leave it to the culture that invented beaurocracy to have a day chosen that’s ideal for contracts. It turns out our move-in day is also unintentionally ideal for moving into homes. So far so good.
My dad called me this morning with more instructions. To help ward of evil spirits, I have to go buy a few bottles of beer after work and sprinkle it around the house. I also have to find the center of the house and place there something of high value and importance. Ellen also informed me that according to her mom, we have to take a broom and sweep all four corners of the front door to sweep away any lingering presence of the previous owner.
