“Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two [dogs] in the yard”.
It’s been three months since we uprooted the family, left our little cottage in the Bay Area and relocated to the super-busy metropolis of Hong Kong. We lived in a hotel for the first 6 weeks and we’ve now settled into our permanent residence in Happy Valley. That meant we could start to settle in, have the contents of our shipping container delivered, and buy whatever furniture we didn’t ship over, like our dining tables and desks.
Of all the places in the world, if we were to relocate anywhere, I’m glad it was Hong Kong. I have family here (my dad’s entire family is here and my mom was also originally from here), I speak the local language (Cantonese), English is prevalent, the food is excellent, my sister’s best friend lives here and has welcomed us with open arms, and it provides different life experiences and an opportunity for the little one to learn Mandarin, which will likely be important in the future.
But there are many days, actually more days than not, when I long for home – my little cottage where everything is mine and fixed to my liking, my yard where I’ve planted so many flowers, the beauty of California, the diversity of the food and the abundance of organic options, and of course, my friends and family. On days where I feel especially homesick, I listen to the theme song from the O.C. and daydream about returning to our house.
And one of my favorite rooms in the house is the nursery.