BLOG: On My Way

Monday afternoon. Currently sitting at a random bar in the airport after missing my flight by exactly 5 minutes. Sigh. I truly am a prisoner of the Kingdom. Can’t even leave without getting the shakedown… again. Finally got the package delivered to my Auntie. She was so grateful. The smile...Read More

BLOG: My Time Has Come

Wednesday morning! I woke up thinking to myself, “I don’t wanna leave Hong Kong again. I don’t want to go back to Bangkok.” I didn’t know I would feel this way, but I definitely do. Sigh. Well, good news: British Guy texted me at 2:21am saying, “Hello.” I knew that...Read More

BLOG: Back in the HKSAR

Monday. Reunited and it feels so good! I LOVE Hong Kong!!!!! I’ve been back less than 24 hours. It is officially confirmed: the job was the problem. The city itself and the culture within it are not. I think I love it even more now that I’ve seen what a...Read More

BLOG: The Message

Wednesday. Noon. Just made it to the coffee stand. My morning was… weird. As is par for the course with Thailand, things only got weirder when I left my house. So yesterday I had a little conversation where I received some news I did not particularly care for. As per...Read More

BLOG: Stuck in the Middle with You

Saturday morning. Sitting at the coffee stand with my Hong Kong Housekeeper. It's a vibe. I like to sit with her whenever she is here. Sometimes we talk. I tell her whatever gossip I have or about the dates I've been on. Other times we say nothing at all. We...Read More

BLOG: Riddle Me This, Batman

Tuesday morning. At the coffee stand, which is open again. I am sitting here processing the events of yesterday and last night. Yesterday I sat on the rooftop with my neighbor, who is from Chicago. Nothing interesting of note took place. We were just talking. He only said, “Everyone at...Read More

BLOG: Men Ain’t Shit!

Tuesday morning. At the coffee stand. Chatting with the lady who lived up on the Peak in Hong Kong. Love her comforting housekeeper energy today. It’s like coming home to sit at the kitchen counter with her and she’s listening to me cry about my day while she makes a...Read More