Dave and I have this ongoing debate about whether we should visit Hong Kong again, the place where we spent six years teaching. He’d like to go back. I’m not so sure. Don’t get me wrong I loved Hong Kong. I loved living there and working there and I especially loved all the wonderful people we got to know there who enriched our lives so immeasurably.
In some ways a visit would be great- we could walk along the harbour in Man on Shan, ride the crazy little buses that careen down smaller streets, take the tram to the top of Victoria Peak, go for fresh fruit shakes and won ton mein soup and Thai food at all our favorite little neighborhood street places, enjoy the noise and life and beauty of the wet market, take the ferry across the harbour, have a foot massage, buy some roasted chestnuts from the vendors on the street, visit our beautiful church at the top of a mountain, watch the swimmers in Tolo Harbour, spend a quiet hour or two at the Chi Lin Nunnery or the Sai Wan Cemetery and………………..
On our recent visit to Ontario I chatted with a woman who had just returned to Canada after decades in Hong Kong and she said we would find the city unbelievably changed from when we left in 2011.
And that’s exactly what I’m worried about. I have great memories of Hong Kong and the people we knew there. But Hong Kong has changed and when I look at photos like this one of a farewell party of friends for us in Hong Kong I know that most of the people in the photo no longer live in Hong Kong and the ones that still do have new friends and new interests and are incredibly busy with work and family life.
I’d like to leave my memories of Hong Kong intact. I’d like to remember it the way it was. There are lots of interesting places in the world I have yet to see, have yet to make memories in. I already have wonderful memories of Hong Kong.