So here I am. A month later, in my room in HK. Despite great efforts to make it feel more like home, it still feels entirely foreign.

The culture, the people. Definitely an experience. Assignments wear me out, partying even more so. One would be amazed at the appalling number of stairs one would have to climb everywhere, everyday. And, at the risk of sounding very much like a brat, laundry's a bitch. Except for the occasional ballerina flats, I still wear heels.

It is all somewhat exciting, I suppose.

The rather short trip home last weekend was much needed. Unfortunately, many had already gone off to the UK.



December back home will be a blast. Right, darlings?