Old friends, New towns.

FIRST OFF – COOKIES TO ANYONE WHO CAUGHT THE PERCY SHELLEY REFERENCE IN MY LAST POST -

And now that that is out of the way -

I spent the day with my grandpa and his old friend from University. He speaks the same 3 languages he does and they tend to swap languages in the middle of a sentence. It’s really interesting to listen to since I thought that was something only my family did. It is very rare that you find someone who speaks exactly the same as you do. It makes me wonder if they were family once.

He hasn’t seen this man in person in 45 years, he says, and he’s known him for 54. Their friendship seems as strong as ever and they are happily chatting away in the room as we speak. It seems as if all that time never passed.

I wonder if my friends and I will end up the same way. If we’ll keep in touch like this and find each other even when we do lose touch.

I guess I shouldn’t really be thinking in fantasies.

This place, this city, this town feels so natural to me. Despite being here for a very short amount of time, I feel like I have really transitioned well into the metropolitan hub. The train system is astonishingly simple despite being in a completely different language, my sense of direction is sharper than ever – having been able to lead my lost family back to the hotel several times over, and my Chinese has gotten better.

I feel more in touch with myself because of this for some reason and I’m sorry to have to leave it so soon.

I have to say that I feel more comfortable at night though. The city feels more real then and I feel much more grounded. In the daytime there’s just too many people roaming around looking for their point B’s but at night, Hong Kong comes alive. The streets are lit up fully, the cars that rush by seem to give off a different aura and the people are extremely different.

People stop at night. They stop to listen, to enjoy, to laugh and to sing. People are alive at night.

It’s fantastic, amazing, and there’s just this sense of energy that is born when the sun sets. You see clearer, the overcast foggy smog isn’t an issue, and the nooks and crannies are vibrant and full of action. It just feels more real somehow and it’s easier for you to just blend and get lost in it. It’s easier to just live in the moment.

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ANOTHER ONE OF MY GRANDPA’S FRIENDS JUST DROPPED BY – 70 + Years of Friendship.
HOlY HELL.