I can't really describe how I feel leaving Hong Kong. All I know is that there's this weird sinking feeling in my stomach when I look up at the window and see the buildings of the Hong Kong side of the island. My mouth tightens when I look around the room I've been living in these past few months. I think I'm sad.
It's hard to sum up my summer here in Hong Kong into a few measly paragraphs. I've experienced so much, had so many highs and lows (but fortunately less lows), and am so heartbroken to leave such a dynamic city; it feels like I'm breaking up with someone.
I still have yet to come to terms with leaving this place in a couple of hours. I've become so attached to the charm of Hong Kong that I'm already thinking about the next time I'll be here; so as to divert my mind from the upsetting realization that I am about to leave.
Although I wish to go back to Canada to see friends and family, I have this dreading premonition that once I've reunited with them, feelings of disappointment will wash over me and I'll have Hong Kong nostalgia. Even now, I feel like I'm missing the city already, even though I'm physically still here.
I'm just a stagnant blob of sadness and honestly don't want to leave the room I'm in currently. If I do, it's like my mind has given up on wanting to stay here and that my memories here will vanish and disappear. That, and it's just so damn hot that I really can't bear to move.
Hong Kong was a dream; and I just don't think I'm ready to come to terms with reality.
