I moved here for family dreams and career dreams. It’s been one month. I compare this month to times at a summer camp where I grew so much, in less than a month! How did I grow here? I’m stumped. This is a dream! Living in Hong Kong. Yet why do I feel like I’m just going through the motions? Maybe I should show more grace to myself. I don’t even bat an eye after eating some delicious food that others would spend a grand on a plane ticket just to try. Makes me think of the Andy Bernard quote: “I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you actually left them.”
One month in Hong Kong. No need to compare. I’m experiencing what I’m experiencing. As long as I achieve what I came here for:
- Learn canto and mando
- Make the feature version of Holding on to Water
And if not, and it’s a detour, that’s okay too.