My final days in Hong Kong were spent merging my UCF college life with my newfound PolyU/Asian/Exchange life. I was lucky enough to have my little sister explore my home with me and I got to show her everything. Unfortunately, all of my friends were gone but I got to show her all of my favorite places. I still have yet to get tired of doing anything tourist-y and I have no idea if I ever could. Somehow all of the haggling at Ladies' Market never got boring (annoying, yes, but in a way that would have Taynah and I laughing all day).
I love the fact that I will have someone back in Orlando who understands that Stanley Market is the only place to go for souvenirs and you have to get the pizza when you go there and Asians love to take pictures with you and the public transportation is so much fun even though someone falls into someone every time you ride it. It was so amazing to be able to show someone from home the go- to spots of HK. Next year, when I am obnoxiously telling a story about a night out at LKF, Andrea will at least know what the place looked like and what I mean. She understands the true beauty of looking out from the Peak at night, or an evening stroll along the Harbour. Something that no picture could ever capture, a beauty that no will know unless they see it in person. She got to experience Hong Kong Disneyland with me (yes, I went back) and now gets understand my obsession with the Golden Mickeys Show and knows that I am not lying about the five minute lines. But most importantly, I have someone who understands how I fell so head over heels in love with this city and why it became such a part of my heart.
Unfortunately, I couldn't show her my favorite taco spot since they closed down (RIP Tequila Jacks) the week before I left. I think that was Hong Kong's way of telling me that it was time to go home; that I needed to return to American tacos and tequila. So with that, Andrea and I boarded the plane to spend our 21 hour flight restlessly sleeping,
trying to ignore the sound of screaming toddlers and waking occasionally to pick at whatever gross airplane food they were feeding us (Oh how I miss Cathay Pacific already). I'm writing this blog now that I have landed on American soil, trying to wrap my head around the dream that was the past six months.
I never really said goodbye to HK. I just looked out the window as the plane took off, knowing that one day I will back to the city that changed my life.
I love the fact that I will have someone back in Orlando who understands that Stanley Market is the only place to go for souvenirs and you have to get the pizza when you go there and Asians love to take pictures with you and the public transportation is so much fun even though someone falls into someone every time you ride it. It was so amazing to be able to show someone from home the go- to spots of HK. Next year, when I am obnoxiously telling a story about a night out at LKF, Andrea will at least know what the place looked like and what I mean. She understands the true beauty of looking out from the Peak at night, or an evening stroll along the Harbour. Something that no picture could ever capture, a beauty that no will know unless they see it in person. She got to experience Hong Kong Disneyland with me (yes, I went back) and now gets understand my obsession with the Golden Mickeys Show and knows that I am not lying about the five minute lines. But most importantly, I have someone who understands how I fell so head over heels in love with this city and why it became such a part of my heart.
Unfortunately, I couldn't show her my favorite taco spot since they closed down (RIP Tequila Jacks) the week before I left. I think that was Hong Kong's way of telling me that it was time to go home; that I needed to return to American tacos and tequila. So with that, Andrea and I boarded the plane to spend our 21 hour flight restlessly sleeping,
trying to ignore the sound of screaming toddlers and waking occasionally to pick at whatever gross airplane food they were feeding us (Oh how I miss Cathay Pacific already). I'm writing this blog now that I have landed on American soil, trying to wrap my head around the dream that was the past six months.
I never really said goodbye to HK. I just looked out the window as the plane took off, knowing that one day I will back to the city that changed my life.