I’d set off from London on 28 April 2010. Unintentionally, I’ve arrived home exactly one month later.
My first impressions of home:
Why is it so small?
Why is it so cramped?
Why is there so much STUFF?!
Air very heavy with humidity.
I got soaked with sweat just sitting around coz it’s so humid.
It feels like there’s so much stuff in the house. So much stuff in my room.
In London, I lived in a space shared by two people much larger than this apartment in Hong Kong shared by four people. It’s going to take some getting used to.
There’s all this stuff I’ve lived without for the past 1.5 years. So I obviously don’t need them right?!
On a mission to chuck things out, esp. my clothes.
Throw everything away! I want space!
On the train and bus ride home, I marvelled at the familiarity. The roads, the street signs, the colour of the buses, the housing estates, the old men swearing at each other, the colour and texture of the Hong Kong bank notes…so much is still the same and yet so different from where I’ve been the past year and a half.
It’s funny how you’d just fall right back into it. Like picking up an old habit. Like the snap of your fingers, things just click together again, and you fall back into place, you become one with the crowd, and no one knows you’ve been gone.