but, it's goodbye Hong Kong.
If you ever read this blog
a)I'm sorry you were subjected to that;
b)and, it might continue, just based in the next location. That would be contingent on computer/Internet access, cross your fingers.
I will not miss the weird clockwork rush of alien-like suit people on the daily grind who don't move right and continuously step on the back of my sandals (which usually leads to me swearing out loud, which usually makes the general public wonder if I'm a schizo).
I definitely won't miss what my friends and I have repeatedly dubbed "fabulousity." Stop forcing it, people.
I will, however, miss a shit-ton about Kongers. Namely,
The MO lobby; beer flooded dai pai dong; walking home at any time of night and never worrying about crime; junks, junks, and more junks; the fact that you can actually hail a bus and my subsequent obsession with mini buses; my ghetto balcony that's gone from a dinner hang-out to an outdoor beer pong room; people named Rainbow; and, of course,
the normal people here who really are the best people in the world.
