Hong Kong always brings back memories. We used to spend at least a month there during the Dec hols when I was a kid visiting my Granddad. Some days, I was happy just staying home, watching cantonese dramas and cartoons and eating instant noodles or take-outs while the adults went out to dinner.
This probably explains why when we went back again this time, everything felt so familiar. Smells I remember from my childhood, cravings for food from our usual haunts, my feet finding their way along streets from the past. Everything’s changed and yet it feels like nothing has.
I already miss my iced milk teas and instant noodles.