A place familiar yet distant; A place where I was born and a place where I stayed no longer than half my life. This is Hong Kong, a place where I’ve now unexpectedly adapted to.
I had lunch with a friend in Central, and afterward I took a leisurely stroll around the maze of skyscrapers. I went to where the ferry port used to be, the place where I used to take the school bus to boarding school every Sunday. Then I took the ferry to Tsim Sha Tsui and found my way to the place where I used to have dim sum with my family before being taken to the school bus.
There were a handful of architecture I recognize, but more were those that I don’t. It’s interesting that I don’t seem to remember the structures as much as I remember the experiences associated with them. But would I still have such vivid and cherishable memories once those structures are gone?
It was a week of work & play. I’ve spent much of my days this week to do the pre-course reading for my upcoming course. But life would be too dry if it’s all work and no play, so I’ve spent 4 of the 5 weeknights playing badminton/basketball.
I enjoy seeing the little greenery next to my bed. Even my mom likes it – she came by my room a few times with a worried tone telling me that a couple of the plants may not survive the strong direct sunlight. She could be right, we’ll have to wait and see…
With ever increasing density and height of buildings, it’s becoming ever more rare to have a window inside a building that can see the sky in HK. I feel very thankful to have this un-obstructive view of the sky and landscape from my bed.
