I’m moving to Hong Kong in a week.
Uprooting my happy existence and hightailing it to Asia. My philosophy is that you never really know how good (or bad) you have it until you jump the fence. Change always brings perspective, without which we stagnate. The grass is mostly greener. And when it’s not, well consequences are the price we pay for true freedom. I hope you can excuse me. It’s 3.35am on a Sunday morning, my favourite hour of the day for hyperbolic existentialist generalisations.
Now... where were we?
Oh yes.. I remember.
Those who I expect to miss me, have questioned my judgement. ‘Have you thought this through?’ … ‘Do you know anyone there?’ … ‘What are you going to do?’
My response to the above has been… Nien.. Nien and Nien.
It was a decision taken lightly. I don’t have a plan, but I know it’s going to be an adventure.
Why waste your time and youth muddling along in the claustrophobic safety of a comfortable routine. There'll be time aplenty for that. So it's with utter excitement that I've booked a one way ticket and who knows when I'll return (I dont!..)
Of course, I do not intend to leave you behind. No siree. These pages will soon be brimming with the jewels of the orient: fluffy dumplings, rickshaws, kitsch souvenirs and exotic panoramas. One week to go.