After more than than eight years, we are saying good bye to Hong Kong. I recall arriving with Siyuan, peering anxiously at the smoggy skies while we were stuck in traffic, and thinking what I have signed the family up for. The service apartment we were assigned was smaller than the hotel room we had left in Melbourne!
From there is getting used to the small apartments - shoebox they were called - the pollution, the density.
It was tough the first year, with a toddler, strangers in a big city without family and few friends.
This last day as we left Hong Kong was glorious. Blue sky like you would see in Melbourne. Driving down the 青马 bridge, watching the ships weave between little islelets dotted with green, I thought what a change.
Lux and me talked about how rushed we felt, yet we knew we were leaving months ahead. Still, it felt there were things left undone, places to see again. Friends we didnt get a chance to say goodbye to.
The things that drove us nuts seem to matter less. Its of course just human nature. We leave Hong Kong, sayibg goodbye to an entire life.
As we traveled to the airport, Lux said: On to the next adventure!
And thats right isnt it?
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