Hong King the Horn Kong
My parents suggested that I go back to the Philippines to live, if I am having a hard time over here in Canada. It seems that my hives and eczema are due to stress and anxiety, that's what the doctor said, and no amount of medicine could cure them, but a dose of psychotherapy might help. I'm not really jumping at the idea, but when my aunt, who now lives in Hong Kong, suggested that I stay there with her, I started thinking........
......that I could go to Hong Kong, and be independent, daydreaming about teaching children or adults ESL or working with social issues, like with abused women and children, the homeless, etc. etc. I'll have to commute in Hong Kong because I can't very well drive there. If you know the place, you know it's crazy mofo to even attempt driving there....but then that's a good thing, because I'll be forced to walk and that's my daily dose of exercise, I'll be fit, I'll be happier, and then I imagine that while teaching, or helping, I'll meet a colleague, then we'll fall in love with each other, share an apartment, then adopt a child, not necessarily in that order. Somehow this colleague that I'm fantasizing about is a foreigner who also went to Hong Kong to find fulfillment. Crazy, but it's possible. It even happens all that time. Maybe it will happen to me. We'll see. The idea sounds tempting.
But I'm worried about.....the clothes in my closet, which ones should I pack and bring there????? I want my wardrobe to be with me in Hong Kong. I'll be a decade behind in fashion but who the hell cares? I'm just teaching and helping anyway, right? I am toying with the idea, maybe if I don't have a career (instead of a job) within a year....I'll go. I'm just afraid though that I'll be lost in that city, get mugged in a dark alley because it's filled with triad members (as a presumption, and maybe true), or just die a horrible death in the subway or sprawl on the tram tracks because my long skirt that I brought all the way from Canada got caught by the door.
......that I could go to Hong Kong, and be independent, daydreaming about teaching children or adults ESL or working with social issues, like with abused women and children, the homeless, etc. etc. I'll have to commute in Hong Kong because I can't very well drive there. If you know the place, you know it's crazy mofo to even attempt driving there....but then that's a good thing, because I'll be forced to walk and that's my daily dose of exercise, I'll be fit, I'll be happier, and then I imagine that while teaching, or helping, I'll meet a colleague, then we'll fall in love with each other, share an apartment, then adopt a child, not necessarily in that order. Somehow this colleague that I'm fantasizing about is a foreigner who also went to Hong Kong to find fulfillment. Crazy, but it's possible. It even happens all that time. Maybe it will happen to me. We'll see. The idea sounds tempting.
But I'm worried about.....the clothes in my closet, which ones should I pack and bring there????? I want my wardrobe to be with me in Hong Kong. I'll be a decade behind in fashion but who the hell cares? I'm just teaching and helping anyway, right? I am toying with the idea, maybe if I don't have a career (instead of a job) within a year....I'll go. I'm just afraid though that I'll be lost in that city, get mugged in a dark alley because it's filled with triad members (as a presumption, and maybe true), or just die a horrible death in the subway or sprawl on the tram tracks because my long skirt that I brought all the way from Canada got caught by the door.