As many of you know, our departure from the frenzy of bright lights, burgeoning buildings and bustling bodies that make up the metropolis of Hong Kong, is imminent.
While I can’t deny I’ve fallen madly in love with this city, in truth, I’ve always known the toughest goodbye wouldn’t be to Hong Kong itself, but to my family, my ‘expat’ family.
When you’re in a foreign country, devoid of all things familiar – from the language, to the landscape, culture and climate; not to mention your community, friends and loved ones, you reach out (clutch desperately) to those like-minded souls walking the same path as you.
I’ve long realized just how important these people from all walks of life, strolling (or quite possibly, running) alongside us in our new life have come to be, but it was a few months ago when it really hit home, just how pivotal the expat connection becomes to your daily existence.
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