After moving to Chicago in August, I am currently on a three week vacation in Hong Kong, where I obviously spent the previous two years. I’m enjoying HK again in all its overcrowded, overpriced, beautiful glory. People walk the pace of a terrapin, ads assail all your senses, and you can take the bus to beautiful remote beaches and isolated hikes.
This has been one of the few times I have visited a city while all my friends continued to live there. I ran into an acquaintance on the tram, I ate at my old favorite restaurants, I spent days upon days with good friends, I found a few new places to love, and I filled everyone in on the chat from the past 4 months. All in all it is an ideal vacation.
I am reminded of how much I loved living in Hong Kong, and how great the friends I have are. It also redraws the contrasts I discovered when I initially moved to Chicago; thus inspiring me to re-embark on the writing. Though I have spent the last four New Years internationally, repatriating is a confusing, exhilarating, and at times terrifying experience. In the new year, I’ll start to write about the experience of moving back to the States, and going to a new city, and relearning the ins and outs of American life.
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