So here we go. I guess it doesn't matter how often I talked or joked or actually thought about it, I was not at all prepared for the actualities of living in Hong Kong. Yes, I visited every summer. Yes, my parents technically reside here (although it counts as a good year if they have spent more than 30 days in the city). And yes, I do look like a local and speak Mandarin (although I'm subconciously determined not to learn a single phrase in Cantonese, with an intensity that I cannot explain, even to myself). However, now that I am physically here, living here, I am not at all comfortable in my own skin.
Understandably though, J (my hubby) received a lot of sympathetic enquiries - how do you like Hong Kong and how are you adjusting, etc. - because he admittedly never lived outside of the US till now and deserves, naturally, to go through a phase of getting used to the surroundings. Ironically, it is I, not he, who's having trouble accepting the idea that we might be stuck here for years to come.
