When I was young, all I ever wanted was to read, write, and go places.
It didn’t matter where, as long as it was far and different and somewhere other than where I was.
I’ve fallen in love with taking long walks in various cities, stumbling upon shops and cafes ran by locals, meeting people from different parts of the world in my hostel.
In a way, I think I loved the feeling of getting lost in an unfamiliar territory—
somehow, I always end up finding something else, whether in the place or in myself.
Visited Hong Kong with my sister and relieved childhood memories of our first out of the country trip as a family. Hong Kong is one of the most vibrant cities I’ve ever been in. The art culture is also thriving; and the city is home to coffee artisans, designers, and creatives. My sister and I went to PMQ, a historical site that has been redesigned into a local art hub. And we pretty much spent the rest of our trip in Hong Kong Disneyland, where I got to be a grandma watching people around while eating popcorn out of an Iron Man-designed popcorn holder.