"The funny thing is, the moment I am in one country, I am homesick for the other." ~
Grandfather's Journey by Allen Say
Air travel still amazes me. I spent 15 hours in a cramped space juggling toddler snacks, sippy cups, board books and a tired baby- then stepped off the plane and was in China. This is our fourth year in Hong Kong and I still can't believe I live here.
As Josiah and I rode home from the airport through the high winds of the typhoon 8 raging around us, I remembered how I first fell in love with this city. I felt a connection to the lush green mountians, the rectangular apartment windows extending 60 stories all alit at 11:30 at night, the horizontal neon signs, and chatter of Cantonese along the crowded streets. This city still holds so much energy and optomism for me.
Then I thouht back to beauitful Arroyo Grande, California, the quaint town where I grew up. A place where people say "hello" on the streets and kids play baseball in the park. I love how blue the sky gets in Arroyo Grande and the way people stroll through the Staurday famers market collecting vegies and flowers in their baskets.
It is a sweet reunion to see our Hong Kong friends again, yet so bitter saying good bye to our California family. I am so excited for Heaven where there will be just one home with everyone there. But for now I am enjoying both my homes, and trying not to be too homesick for the other.


