Its Offical. I am going back to Hong Kong.

Its strange, I have a feeling of trepidation. Hong Kong and I have always had a love-hate relationship and the thought of rekindling that relationship both frightens and excites me.

From the culture, the people, to the lifestyle - everything had been so different from what I grew up with. Hong Kong has always been a culture shock to me. Maybe it was a matter of the circumstances I ended up going there in the first place that made me jaded about that city. Either way, on arriving in Hong Kong my world had changed and I had refused to adapt.

Nowadays things I long for that strange familiarity I have with Hong Kong. The nostalgia, the friends I've left behind, and the family I've haven't seen in close to a decade. All these things I'd left behind never thinking about revisiting them ever again. Now with the power of hindsight, I've had a realisation about Hong Kong. It changed me. And all that time I was there in my youth I fought that change even till the very end.

Maybe I am too comfortable in my suburban australian world. I need change in my life - just enough to make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

Maybe distance does makes the heart grow fonder.