Growing Up Ain't Easy, But At Least The Food's Better As You Age

Although I’ve marketed my HK exchange with a lot of stories of wild nights of partying and roaming around LKF, those weren’t the moments that I grew the most. Past all this hype of drunken adventures and funny stories, it was the moments of quietness that I grew. It was in the time when I would sit in an empty pagoda atop a giant hill overlooking a foreign city in China and the times when I would eat by myself in my dorm while watching youtube clips of Gordon Ramsay berating on amateur chefs. It was the time when the gang and I would play ping-pong with paddles that made your hand reek of sour tuna in a room that was either too hot or too cold – never right, but never boring. It was the numerous times when Vicky and I would watch Al-Jazeera news for hours on end while talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

It was these moments that I grew in myself, but also grew to love the people that I now miss the most.