I guess after six years of living in England my concept of home and abroad is somehow messed up. I feel more at home in England while Hong Kong is becoming my favourite vocation destination. I love Hong Kong I really do and I have great fun here with amazing friends. But I’m just more attached to London.
Maybe it’s because I know the time I got to spend in London is limited and I start to linger the city. I cannot even sum up how much precious time I had spent in here. Just the thought of leaving is upsetting enough to make me cry. And this whole volcanic ash thing! Please don’t stop me from going home. I miss it sooooooooo much already :(
