It’s taken me over a month to write this blog post, when really, all I just wanted to say were four simple words.
I’m in Hong Kong.
Simple, not quite poignant. Just words. Maybe it should be stylized as follows.
I’m in Hong Kong!
The exclamation mark is not entirely unwarranted. Barely a month after finishing university, I packed up and flew to a city all the way across the world—ohyeah, I’m working here, now by the way. Well, long story short, I am now relocated to the vibrant, bustling city of Hong Kong.
Why exactly, requires more… words.
I remember publishing a blog post in a similar vein after having arrived in Korea nearly two years ago. A month in, I also wrote something reflective and blah blah blah about having been in a new country was a brand new experience and I’ve learned so much, etc, etc, etc.
I’ve had to explain this to so many people since coming here.
How my roots are in Hong Kong, how I’ve been born and raised in Canada, how I’ve visited the city numerous times, how I can speak and understand Cantonese but cannot read or write it, how I stand squarely in the middle of both my Canadian and Hong Kong cultures.
I’ve had numerous people ask me how I’m doing, how I’m feeling, what I’ve been up to, and so on. How’s working going, how is living here, am I learning lots, am I eating well?
How does it feel to have picked up everything and have left to a place… hmm, where are the words. A place that holds warm connections and conversely, overwhelming anonymity. Here I can be someone, I can be anyone, I can be no one. I alternate between any and all of the three all day.
They say travel is one of the best ways to find yourself. They say writing is the purest form of self-expression in words. Well, here I am, in a place I now call home, very far away from home, sending my words out into the world.
There’s not really a point to this post, actually. I just really wanted to say something about… anything. Myself, I suppose. Kind of disoriented. Kind of lost. But excited. Hopeful.
And life goes on.