After drinking with the guys from work, I get a quiet moment to myself while waiting for the Star Ferry home. In my drunken state I walk over to the window, cross my arms and rest my head on the ledge, take a deep breath, and take it all in. Looking out at the harbor, I wonder how many times I’ve been inside this building in the almost four decades since I’ve been alive, from the time when I was a child before moving to the U.S., to coming back to Hong Kong for the first time as a teenager, to actually moving back and living here as a grown man, and I recall the times I’ve passed through the pier with my parents, my aunt, and now JC. I look towards the area where I entered this world. I know I’ll be leaving soon, but nothing will ever change that this really is the place where I came from.