So, I never remember to post. I don't think I really like to write all that much. No wonder I can't keep a journal.
So now it's the end of April. That marks the end of month 11 out of 14 that I am to spend in Hong Kong...the first time around. Time has gone by so quickly, but at the same time has been passing at the speed of a snail, especially after February. If I had one recommendation for anyone who wants to study abroad, it would be to do so for a maximum of 9 months. Anything more becomes tedious. I sometimes literally think that I have become mad these last 2 months. I'm sure my parents can attest to that fact after all of the random phone calls that I've made to them. That's not to say, however, that I dislike my current situation. In fact, I love Hong Kong. I will always look at it as a comfortable, familiar country where I can relax and find the rhythm, the ridiculously fast-pace rhythm.
Hong Kong is a city of such diversity, not only in race or cultures, but in activity and lifestyle as well. I can, in one day, visit a remote fishing village that time has not touched for many decades, and attend a world class opera in the middle of the city. I can see students, backpackers, businessmen, and pleasure seekers from all over the world. The local Hong Kongers with their colonial history and world-view, the mainlanders (visiting and otherwise) who come for the luxury and openness of the Special Administrative Region, and the Filipino maids seeking a more prosperous future. I often sit back and wonder how I will be able to leave this vibrant, eye-opening city to return to South Carolina and the US.
However, I remind myself that I still have 3 months here. Three months to check things off of my "To Do" list. I need to have high tea that The Peninsula, the most famous hotel in the city known for its tea service. I need to hike around Lamma Island and eat its legendary seafood. I need to go back to Mainland China and see the Terracotta soldiers and visit Shanghai. I need to visit everywhere. I want to go home, but I hate to leave Hong Kong and my life here. That's the funny thing about time I suppose, it can simultaneously be too fast, and too slow.
