This one time, in Hong Kong….

It’s the sentence I dread slipping out. I don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about my time spent living in Hong Kong but having moved back after three years away, I’m conscious of sounding like one of those friends who lived abroad and ‘found themselves’. But as I approach the three month mark of being back home, Hong Kong is slipping away and I’m not entirely convinced that I’ve taken time to think about what that means.

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