A place familiar yet distant; A place where I was born and a place where I stayed no longer than half my life. This is Hong Kong, a place where I’ve now unexpectedly adapted to.
I had lunch with a friend in Central, and afterward I took a leisurely stroll around the maze of skyscrapers. I went to where the ferry port used to be, the place where I used to take the school bus to boarding school every Sunday. Then I took the ferry to Tsim Sha Tsui and found my way to the place where I used to have dim sum with my family before being taken to the school bus.
There were a handful of architecture I recognize, but more were those that I don’t. It’s interesting that I don’t seem to remember the structures as much as I remember the experiences associated with them. But would I still have such vivid and cherishable memories once those structures are gone?
