But being back in the sterile arrivals area of Terminal 5 (or any airport for that matter), I don't have that tinge of direct sadness I've had a few times leaving. Its funny how I get older and my face is ageing by the day that I don't feel that pang of sadness. I feel that for no matter the distance, no matter the cost, no matter time we can't spare. My friends over a distance are always reachable and it only takes a years wait before I see them again. We all smile, a sharp handshake and a hug. Time slips by as if it was never there and we are all together again.
That was my feeling most apparent, glancing around Victoria Harbour. Although the Star Ferry port had gone along time ago and where was acrid sea was now a building site ready for some advance new greenery park for the people to enjoy. It feels like nostalgia was a little lost and all you can see is the future from that very spot.
I've said before that Hong Kong is where my heart is, but I think I need to take that back. Hong Kong is where I did a part of my growing up and most importantly a lot of soul searching. My auntie always talks about the family and what their problems and issues are at the current time I'm in the kitchen with her chatting over a cup of tea. It isn't a type of gossiping way of talking where we act overly superior, its more this is our family, they have problems, we want to help, but we aren't sure so we use each other as a sounding board. However, much like the way I'm talking about Hong Kong, this isn't the way to fix your family or friends. For the past 7 or so years I've walked this path on my own into finding myself and no one in the family or even my friends for that matter helped in the process. This isn't me trying to sound arrogant in that I don't need friends or family, quite the contrary, when you look in the mirror and you can talk to yourself and be completely honest about what your life is about. Not even learning to like to dislike what is staring back at you, it's about accepting what you are. Your friends have already done that, family have no choice, the only person left is yourself, that in itself took a long time to learn.
In a strange way Hong Kong taught me without lecturing me, that if I look on the inside no matter what is happening around you with the thousands of mad souls rushing around you. Part of my heart is there bouncing on polluted water of Victoria Harbour, but in the end the other part of my heart is content with what is here and now.
To be less pedantic in my words, it was a great holiday, one I didn't really need, but one I enjoyed nonetheless. I saw a genuinely beautiful moment of happiness for my two friends getting married, I met a few new great friends, walked around familiar surroundings, realised I had made some amazing friends in my time at University and we would always stay friends no matter the politics.
I missed you all my beautiful eggs but here's to the future.
musik
- Florence and the Machine
- snake claypot rice,
- laying flowers for the Grandparents,
- drinking in LKF- Vivian you're forever 18,
- finding ju bau bau for my Su,
- seeing my good friend Charles marry his Beloved and being a part of the day,
