Missing things...
I'm not exactly home sick, not like I was in Hong Kong, but I'm finding myself intensely missing something that I also intensely missed while in Hong Kong. It's a reminder of that time, oddly.
I miss driving my car. I miss driving and singing musicals at the top of my lungs. I know I swore I'd be happy to get rid of my car, they are an expensive pain these days, but there is a comfort in driving and an odd sort of power. And I MISS it.
I miss driving my car. I miss driving and singing musicals at the top of my lungs. I know I swore I'd be happy to get rid of my car, they are an expensive pain these days, but there is a comfort in driving and an odd sort of power. And I MISS it.