I’ve got three more nights in Hong Kong, and only one with Aaron. My happy hacker is in Beijing right now, oiling the gears on his networking machine. And so the world turns.
My younger brother, Joe, just left us after a comfortable five-week visit. Joe flew west as Aaron headed north today. And I stay here to consolidate, pack, store, and get sentimental with memories.
What I won’t miss about my life in Hong Kong:
- mosquitoes
- 95 percent humidity
- personal space boundaries (or lack there of) in public areas
- grumpy faces and the general gravity toward work, work, work
- the air that drifts from China
What I will miss:
- using my feet (not to push the gas pedal)
- healthy food choices and juice shops
- Minda
- awesome fashion
- foreign accents
- the most amazing city skyline in the world
- markets
- the ten minute walk to the beach
- the ability to say “I live on a tropical island in Hong Kong”
I’m astounded that my lists have weighed out as they have, considering my general grumpiness toward Hong Kong. I’m just full of surprises. And here’s to hoping that the next few days will be without surprises and neatly packed up and put away. I just may be coming back in a half year. And until then, we have a nice British guy subletting our place whose coming from Brunei, a country still run by a sultan. What a world we live in.
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