Little bit over a week ago I wrote that we’re going to Hong Kong and since yesterday I’m back in America. Wow, just wow. It all happened way too fast. I didn’t want to leave, I promised myself next time I’m taking Biscuit with me and in the worst case we will spend out life at the airport like Tom Hanks in The Terminal. There’s no way I can handle saying ‘Goodbye’ to Hong Kong again.
Before this trip, the last time I’ve been to Hong Kong was more than two years ago now. I often wondered are the memories I have today, are they real? Is the smell I can feel looking at the Victoria Harbour picture really like that? Or maybe I’m slowly forgetting everything and just try to fill up the blank page?
I was both, worried and excited. Worried that I really might start forgetting places, smells, the feelings I had, but also excited that in the worst case I could refresh my memory.
In 2012, when I first arrived I took my luggage to the bus terminal and the heat mixed with high humidity stroke me down. Very specific smell was in the air. I got my Octopus from my soon-husband-to-be and sit at the upper part of E33. I looked through the windows seeing tall buildings, I couldn’t move my head away. Instead of looking at Sing my eyes were trying to see everything. On our walk from bus station to his family house I was still looking everywhere but at him. That night even though I was tired I couldn’t sleep, I was sitting in a tiny bedroom with open windows and looked at the mountain and the neon sign of McDonald’s. Then for next few months I was experiencing a whole new life. Crowded, busy, differential. I tried to keep every single day, place, food and experience in mind, but after 2 years people tend to forget.
Now in 2014 I was thrilled to hear that I can actually go back to Hong Kong, even if it’s only for a little bit longer than a week. While I was packing my bags I tried to recall the streets I passed, the things I could smell, the feeling of humid air on my skin. After all the Octopus and SIM card problems we headed the same way to the bus terminal and the same heat stroke me again. I took a deep breath, the air was exactly how I remember it. While walking to the bus A11 I looked at my right hand side to the same station I took two years ago. I remembered everything like I was there the day before. We waited for the bus and I grabbed Sing’s arm, I tried not to cry, but to be honest with you I had tears in my eyes. Tears of joy that I could be there once again and that no matter how much times passes I still know the city by heart.
During my first trip I felt a bit lost in the city jungle, I always followed Sing, the only time I went alone was to the TMT Plaza and I came back right away. This time I was left alone for a whole day and for three times that someone asked me if I’m lost, I was lost only once – I just couldn’t find the right entrance to the building, so I consider that as my success. Thank you, handsome stranger, for showing me the way. Hong Kong didn’t seem to be so big this time, it felt much more local to me, I feel like I know where I’m going, where should I get off. I knew the smell of harbour even before I reached the ferry terminal. Even the smell of stinky tofu wasn’t so annoying, not like back then. I took my time to sit down and gather new memories, just enjoy those moments and the warm wind.
I never thought I could get attached to a place, I wanted to call myself ‘a world’s citizen’, but I guess I cannot be a polygamist – Hong Kong stole my heart back in 2012 and it’s just like a crush you sometimes wished to get rid off but it will always have a special place in your heart. Even my own hometown never gave me so much of a mind comfort as Hong Kong, when I walk through the streets I feel like I was born to live there. Just like Sing and I met after fortune’s third shot, that is how I want to be with Hong Kong – next time I’m there, I wish to stay. Even Sing started reconsidering moving back and Momzilla approved it (guess the grandchild argument works in every case – ‘You will be closer to your grandchildren, we work and you play with him!), which was really pleasant surprise for the end of the trip, so I guess wish us luck?
By the way, be prepared for at least 8 more posts somehow connected to our trip, including one more guest post by my husband and how 2 years of not being home made him feel like a tourist, not a local, born and raised. Little bit of traveling advice, little bit of the reviews, little bit of feelings.
Have you ever fallen in love with a place? Do you have other place than your hometown that you can call home? Share your thoughts! 🙂
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