Here I sit on my last day in Hong Kong. Typing on a computer at my fancy, caucasian-dominated gym as my home internet was turned off today.
I've had quite the love/hate relationship with Hong Kong. As many expats have in the past and will in the future.
I hate the humidity. I love the rainstorms.
I hate how meek the people are - show some balls! I love how polite they are no matter how frustrated I would get with them.
I hate all of the stairs. I love the escalator.
I hate that there's no culture here. I love meeting people from all over the world.
I hate that the Asian chicks steal all of the cute white boys. There's no upside to this one.
I hate how slow all of the people walk because they're so short. I love being taller than everyone.
I hate most Chinese food. I love how there are more restaurants per person in Hong Kong than anywhere else in the world.
I hate that it's such a transient city which makes it impossible to maintain any long-term relationships. I love that because it's a transient city it's so easy to meet people.
I hate that there are no good parks. I love the hiking trails, beaches and camp sites.
I hate the Type A, work hard/play hard lifestyle. I love the Type A, work hard/play hard lifestyle.
I hate that you can't find any clothes in a size 8 or larger. I love that I lost weight just so I could fit into the clothes.
I hate that there are no Target stores here. I love the old man at the top of Peel St. that's been selling and fixing umbrellas at his little stand for over 50 years.
I hate that I'm so far away from my family. I love that I'm so close to so many interesting travel destinations.
I hate that I'm leaving so soon. I love that I'm finally leaving.
Now...it's time to hit the elliptical.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Last Day in The Kong
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