"Was it amazing?" -"Yes, obviously. Have you not seen my social media posts for the past six months?"
"Tell me everything!" -"Do you have a year?"
"What was your favorite part?" -*queue my tears as a montage of perfect memories runs through my head*
"What'd you bring me?"-"Chopsticks...I picked them out specially for you and 40 of my other closest friends."
In all seriousness, it is so weird to be back. Everyone is asking about the trip and I find myself at a loss for words. I have so much to say but I know that words, no matter how many I speak and how strong these words are, I know that words just don't do this place justice (yet, here I am, writing ANOTHER blog post). I want everyone to know how remarkable and unique and life-changing this city is but I know that unless I fly all these people to HK and play tour guide again, I won't be able to truly relay the perfection of HK. I thought that it was the coolest city before I went but I found out that the Pinterest pictures I was looking up did it no justice.
Luckily, my international friends and I have stayed in touch and we can keep rattling off our inside jokes and crying because we miss LKF, dim sum, exploring and each other. It still hasn't hit me that I'm back. Or that I was ever there. I feel like it was all a really crazy, long, vidid dream.
I didn't realize a place could change a person like this. Everyone keeps thinking I am so worldly, but I realized how much of the world I haven't seen. I wish I could say that I have been to all of these places, but really, the extent of my journeys is Asia and America. Once my bank account recovers, I know that I will be back out exploring. The quicker I see the world, the quicker I can return to HK.
The only thing that convinces me that this whole thing actually happened is that I keep accidentally saying "excuse me" in Cantonese to random people in the stores. Instead of getting embarrassed by the looks that I get, I just get upset that no one can understand me. It's like a reverse language barrier.
Now that my journey is over, my blog is coming to an end as well. I'm home (Orlando), the chopsticks and wine kimonos souvenirs have been distributed, and my life will be returning to Friday's at Pub, Saturday's at tailgate and Sunday's doing homework. As exciting as that is, I will no longer be posting since nothing beats weekend trips around Asia (and this is "My Asian Adventures," sorry America).
再見 (goodbye), blog! 再見, HK!
"Tell me everything!" -"Do you have a year?"
"What was your favorite part?" -*queue my tears as a montage of perfect memories runs through my head*
"What'd you bring me?"-"Chopsticks...I picked them out specially for you and 40 of my other closest friends."
In all seriousness, it is so weird to be back. Everyone is asking about the trip and I find myself at a loss for words. I have so much to say but I know that words, no matter how many I speak and how strong these words are, I know that words just don't do this place justice (yet, here I am, writing ANOTHER blog post). I want everyone to know how remarkable and unique and life-changing this city is but I know that unless I fly all these people to HK and play tour guide again, I won't be able to truly relay the perfection of HK. I thought that it was the coolest city before I went but I found out that the Pinterest pictures I was looking up did it no justice.
Luckily, my international friends and I have stayed in touch and we can keep rattling off our inside jokes and crying because we miss LKF, dim sum, exploring and each other. It still hasn't hit me that I'm back. Or that I was ever there. I feel like it was all a really crazy, long, vidid dream.
I didn't realize a place could change a person like this. Everyone keeps thinking I am so worldly, but I realized how much of the world I haven't seen. I wish I could say that I have been to all of these places, but really, the extent of my journeys is Asia and America. Once my bank account recovers, I know that I will be back out exploring. The quicker I see the world, the quicker I can return to HK.
The only thing that convinces me that this whole thing actually happened is that I keep accidentally saying "excuse me" in Cantonese to random people in the stores. Instead of getting embarrassed by the looks that I get, I just get upset that no one can understand me. It's like a reverse language barrier.
Now that my journey is over, my blog is coming to an end as well. I'm home (Orlando), the chopsticks and wine kimonos souvenirs have been distributed, and my life will be returning to Friday's at Pub, Saturday's at tailgate and Sunday's doing homework. As exciting as that is, I will no longer be posting since nothing beats weekend trips around Asia (and this is "My Asian Adventures," sorry America).
再見 (goodbye), blog! 再見, HK!