Set the Timer

It's almost June. June means I'll be leaving soon. Leaving soon means one thing to me. Freedom.

And what does freedom mean to me? Surprisingly, I don't have a single clue.

For the first time a couple weeks ago, I actually felt a twinge of regret in my heart. I started spending my free time in daydreams of open roads, clear skies, fresh air, good food. I sat in my chair and thought about friends, family. I lay in my bed and couldn't stop thinking about how much more comfortable my bed back home is...

I think most people call it, being homesick. Chalk it up to China to leave me feeling foreign feelings. Foreign...I just chuckled.

I'm dreading my decision that I have a strong premonition I'll be making--the decision, to find work in Hong Kong. I dread it because, well because that would mean staying away from home for an even longer period of time. But if I think about it for more than a few seconds I realize, it's also just a tad bit exciting.

Why? Well, I guess Hong Kong is a little bit like home too.