One Year in Hong Kong

I wanted to squeeze this in before the day was over. It has been exactly one year since we have arrived in Hong Kong.

At this time last year, we were sleeping soundly in our hotel after arriving earlier in the evening. I was sans underwear because someone had mistakenly taken my suitcase, the one with all my clothes in it. Luckily, later in the night, the bag was delivered to the hotel and I was able to sleep with some clothes on.

Can’t believe in my post from a year ago, I was stressing about money. A year has gone by and I have lived in Hong Kong without any real income (save for a few odd projects here and there), and the world has not ended. It really makes me wonder how much of how we live our lives is based on fear. Fear of dying, fear of being poor, fear of being unaccepted, fear of this or that. In that first post that I made a year ago, I talked about jumping into a swimming pool. Well, it looks like I did jump into a swimming pool, just not the one I was expecting.

Going from looking to a job, to forgetting about the whole thing, to living completely upside-down in terms of our sleeping schedules, to living a year in a society that places so much value on appearances and conformity, I find that fear is no longer scary. I’ve done all these things that I’m not supposed to do, and nothing terrible has happened. Now, I find it amusing when I see people freak out over some thing that’s really trivial in terms of the big picture, but perceived to be really important because of socially-accepted and artificially-created rules and norms. Of course, people have their cultures and upbringings, and I still know how to be considerate, so I keep it to myself.

I’ve come full circle. I’m looking for a job again. After all is said and done, I still have to consider the future. I know I mentioned somewhere that if I gamed the system, I could go far. I’m not going to do that anymore. I’m going to do it my way. Life is too short to do it any other. One minute left. See you next year!

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