Alix’s photos of Hong Kong are making me homesick. I know that’s weird to say seeing as I haven’t lived in Hong Kong for 10 years, but in many ways I feel like the years I spent there are a more a part of me than those I’ve spent in here. My childhood memories are not overrun with the pictures of rustic, winding roads, the slow progression of the four season, or New York City excursions of later years; but are rather filled with memories of Sunday afternoon dim sum, floating lanterns and eating mooncakes during the Moon Festival, as well as the musty smell of the sandalwood fan I used to carry with me when my mom and I went shopping in Stanley Market. I remember the heat, exchanging lai see envelopes during the New Year, and desperately hoping to get a seat on the front of the second level of the double-decker tram…and I miss all of that. Maybe it’s just nostalgia, but it makes me sad that I probably wouldn’t be able to recognize my favourite corners of the city now. The city has grown up just as much as I have.
