As I’m slowly settling into HK life, my time in France feels like many lives ago.
I re-read some of my old posts and stumbled across Old friends, new places and a tarte. I wrote it about a year ago about when I met up with my friends Adam and Melissa in the twin towns of Fréjus and St. Raphaël in the Côte d’Azur.
Being in a completely new place, away from the familiar, there are few things better than meeting up with friends. Being able to recount old times and laugh with people you know when you’re away from home is precious. Though I am not alone in living abroad this time, it still doesn’t change the reality that I am enormously far away from home. Even with Bruce, I do get homesick.
When my dearest and oldest friend Tashane told me that she had booked tickets to come to Hong Kong with her boyfriend for a couple of days, it was a surreal moment. She’s been teaching in Korea for a while now and between all my traveling the past couple of years, I haven’t seen this girl in 3 years. Continue reading
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