The end

This chapter has finally come to a close.

This must be one of the hardest 9 months I ever lived.

I came home and cried and cried like the torrential rains that poured. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up, my first few thoughts (apart from what to eat for dinner) was that I want to go back to Hong Kong.

Then I realized, how can I go back when it was never my home. I wasn't born there and despite the many times that I've been there for work and play since 1996, it is still not home. Technically.

Then I thought about how every time I have to leave my hotel/apartment for airport express, that same sinking feeling in my heart as I trudged around IFC waiting for time to pass, the same final moments in Pret a Manger before taking the 24 minute ride to the airport. The sights on the way to the airport. The sights, the cemeteries that extend all the way up the hill, Tung Chung's citygate and then the airport. Then I board the plane not knowing when I'll next be back.