Today I found myself thinking of Hong Kong. I lived in this city longer than any other place in my adult life. It was where I called home for most of my roaring 20s. It was where I grew into an adult, blossomed as a writer, and found real, make-you-smile-when-no-you-think-no-one-is-looking, love.
But before all of that happened, life in Hong Kong was very different for me. Equally enchanting. But oh so very different. Continue reading