Hong Kong will always be a home away from home for me. While I was gone I only had sporadic Internet and the unplugging business that everyone talks about? It’s real and it works.
I feel so refreshed after this jaunt back. 10 days in late summer, full of Mid-Autumn Festival vibes, humidity from the city, heat radiating from the high rise buildings, awesome street food and plenty of shopping in all my favourite boutiques. Now that I’m back and fighting jet lag post 13-hour flight and 7-hour time zone difference, I realise just how lucky I am to have the lifestyle I do. That my parents went against every school rule and flew us to Hong Kong and Malaysia once a year. That I went to Chinese school every Sunday for 12 years. That my siblings and I were brought up in a fully multi-cultural family.
HK was a bit of a whirlwind – I saw family and caught up with my cousins, I got to explore my little home town and the city, I hung out with Winnie, spent an afternoon with one of my best friends Sharon who has just moved out there :’( and I even got to show Jade my end of town!
But I also missed my home-home comforts. Having three home towns (another in Malaysia, don’t forget!) is every bit as rewarding and strange as you’d think. It means you spend plenty of time torn between countries and people. I missed my bed! The bed in my bedroom in our Hong Kong apartment is made to fit that room a.k.a. too short for my long legs… I missed bubble baths. I missed being able to take a full breath of fresh air instead of a half-breath of smoggy air. I missed my boyfriend and I missed having daily plans.
This summer has been darn good.
But I’m kinda ready for a fresh September slate. (But definitely not to unpack…)