One of my friends was talking about his potential prospects of actually taking up residence here in Hong Kong. He wants to find a job here, loves it here, and quite honestly fits well, in a strange sort of way.
Which made we wonder, could I live here? I’ve tackled this question before, to which I answer, definitely not. At least not in the long run. I could do a year here, maybe two. But as much as I love it, it’s not for me.
There are certain things I’m going to miss. Simple pleasures like riding the MTR trains, riding buses, just seeing lots of people and feeling their energy as I walk by. I’m going to miss the super accessibility of food, especially bakeries. I’m going to miss just walking down a street and picking up egg tarts. I’m going to miss the lights, the hum hum sound of someone going somewhere. I’m going to miss the feeling of fellow life.
What makes up a home anyway? Forget the old adage, ‘home is where the heart is’. My heart’s in a billion places, so unless my home can be too forget that. Is home found in family? Can’t be, I’m going to leave my family one day, for good. None of this college come back every big break deal. Friends? Maybe, I’ll always miss my Bay Area friends, but what of the new ones I make? Comfortability? Life isn’t really about being comfortable. Or is it just the knowledge that you will make the best out of whatever place you’re put in?
If it’s one thing Hong Kong has taught me, if I want to feel like some place is home, getting to know the local people there is a strong first step.
That said, I wouldn’t mind living in the US and having a job that makes me travel. That would rock.
