The Art of Flying Back into the Shoe Box It has been seven months since I packed up my life and moved back to the motherland. They say time flies when you’re having fun, which perfectly explains why some days here feel like a beautifully slow, agonizingly detailed playback of a movie I didn’t exactly buy a ticket for. Ah, city life. Hong Kong is the concrete jungle where I grew up, got my education, fell in love, and—let’s be real—lost my virginity. In my teens and twenties,

Happy Chinese New Year! Hello everyone, It’s been almost two months since I moved back to Hong Kong. It hasn’t been an easy ride for me as a highly sensitive person. There are so many things unravelling, surfacing, and transforming simultaneously (internally and externally). The energy in Asia, especially in Hong Kong, is SO different compared to the US. Moreover, I had downsized from living in a 1100 sq ft home to a 350 sq ft flat with my family. I hit my thighs, knees, and

The themes of completion, endings, closures, letting go, and shedding resonate with me for this year. These themes that the number 9 represents seem to be fitting into 2025 (year 9 in numerology) for me. Before leaving Pittsburgh, I had a small intimate farewell party. My dear friend Elysia suggested hosting it at her place because I was in a panicked and frantic mode packing up my house, and I needed a peaceful place for the get-together. The farewell party was the highlight