As I pack up all my belongings accumulated during a year abroad, I feel more and more rootless. What has this year done for me? What’s it taught me? Do I have anything left at home waiting for me? No progress was made in my absence… but then is life about progress?

I’m really wondering what it’s going to be like when I get back. Everyone I know that came back from a year of living abroad found it extremely boring and felt like it was a mistake to come back.

I’m to try and settle down again. I feel like I should be moving still… always moving, and traveling and meeting new people. What’s going to happen when I get back?

So, I’ve been seeing Joshua’s pictures around on ffffound and other parts of the net for a while now. I was finally able to track him down and email him to ask him how he did it. He very kindly explained the process to me and I experimented with it a bit in Hong Kong. My results are definitely not as sublime as his, but there you have it.

Check out his blog here.

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Too much to eat, too much to experience, too much to see, too much to love, too much to drink, too much to buy, too much to…

Not enough time.

After being sidelined by illness for two weeks, I realise that Hong Kong is also in about two weeks.

I can feel it in my bones, more vital than ever.

I just booked my flight for a weekend trip to Hong Kong in April. We’re planning on not sleeping from Friday until Sunday and then, of course, eat-til-die.

I can’t wait to get lost in the city again.

_{And, of course, the infamous Chungking Mansions.}