I’m starting to miss home, mainly my life with G., now that it’s been six months in Hongkong. I realise that no matter where I am, it’s the people that make the place. Spending time with G., cuddling, cooking and sharing tidbits in life is what a boyfriend is all about and I miss that terribly.
There’s the snow along with the messy weather, provincial people and over-regulation that bug me in Toronto yet there’s social conversatism and materialistic obsession in Hongkong that are just as annoying.
One thing I learned in then past 6 months is that we can’t have it all and need to make do with what we have in order to be satisfied.