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So here I am sipping at my Chai Tea Latte in the local Starbucks store. Jazz is playing in the background and it’s got me in a swinging mood. I suspect I may be on quite the dose of caffeine as I feel the jitters in me.My love for reading has slowly come back to me, and my desire to journal. I’ve surprisingly kept up quite regularly since the year has begun – though to be fair, we are only on the eighth day. Still, it’s a start. I feel the words flow out of me more freely than normal. I’m no longer concerned with the result of what I write. I no longer overthink and simply write what comes to mind – however random and irrelevant. It’s been almost two days since I’ve landed back in Hong Kong and so I’m in the weird in-between stage where I haven’t fully transitioned back into the daily routine of my life here. I don’t feel quite rooted yet, but it’s a feeling that I like. I suspect that it is in part due to the fact that I haven’t yet had to assume any responsibilities and settle into any routine of sorts yet. School isn’t for another couple of days and work isn’t till the weekend. I like that I don’t have my days mapped out for me. It’s nice. I sort of feel like I’m floating in midair without being tethered to any one place or thing. It’s liberating. I’m mulling over how to sustain this sense of freedom once the routine of every day life begins. I’ll find a way. I’ll mix it up and keep it interesting somehow. I need a balance. Hmm I smile to myself as I already mull over where I’d like to get on my next trip. I cant’ seem to stay in one place. While home is where my heart is, and somewhere I’m happy to come back to – it seems my restless soul can’t help but want to leave after a certain amount of time. Travel while you’re young, as they say. I’m broke though so I’ll have to be patient. Spent the last few weeks in the states with one of my childhood friends. I think I’ll reserve another post for my trip there. It’s was a real treat, though. I do miss how friendly and chatty most people were. I enjoy talk of any kind and so was happy to welcome conversation – even just the simple ones that came up as I queued to pay for a purchase in a local grocery store. I wish it were that way there. I miss the openness. Here most people keep to themselves and are rather reserved. Unless you’re at a particular event/party, it’s rare that strangers strike up a conversation. This is probably why I hit up couchsurfing for the meetups so much. Or at least used to before I left for the holidays. I suspect I won’t have much time for that now but I will try to factor a bit in when I can. It is always good to keep the ball rolling, welcoming new experiences and people into your life for however brief the moment. Life is about growth and change after all. I’m writing as I do my morning pages and so this whole wall of text is probably plagued with inconsistency but that’s fine by me. Going to set this down for now since I’ve about a little over 10 minutes left on this wifi clock (they’re a tad stingey here – wifi is available for only 30 minutes) and read up Night by Elie Wiesel. I’m so glad my love for reading has returned. It’s been a long while. Years, maybe. I hope it stays. I can’t seem to not be by a book lately. I’ve missed this feeling. It’s really quite lovely. Alright, best get to it!


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