I’m never entirely sure when exactly I realized I was leaving, because every time someone asks if “I’m ready,” I just say, “omgomgomgomg I’m so excited,” which, for all your English majors, does not answer the question whatsoever.
Today, though, after waking up with the worst back pain that made me feel eighty-four years old and completely unprepared to sit upright on an airplane for fourteen hours, I had the best goodbye with my best friends who have had the pleasure of knowing my chicken wing days (#GookGaiYik) since we were five years old.
Just for nostalgia’s sake, I asked Tiffany and Ingrid (otherwise known as Baldy and Nanny McPhee) at Teakha, and spent the next few hours sipping tea, eating, and later exploring some parts of Sheung Wan I had never noticed before, such as this adorable wall, and this very bizarre store, Asterix, that said it would reopen at 11 pm tonight and had a strange mask of Obama on its wall.
Having had almost half of our friendship last outside of living in the same city for the past six years, we’ve learned how to say goodbye in the Chinese sense – 再見, which translates into “see you again,” more than it does goodbye. I’m sad to not have had more time to just sit around and eat (although we do enough of this already), but thank you guys for the best last day of doing nothing, and just being around me. See y’all in Amsterdam, and Prague. I love you guys!