Just exactly what does the word home mean?
I could look it up but I don't think I'd be satisfied with the definition. I don't know where my home is anymore.
This summer I had the strange experience of going to visit my family home and being intensely homesick for for Hong Kong at the same time. Makes me wonder where I am really from. Actually I was glad to see people I hadn't seen in nearly a decade but missed the cramped flat and steamy weather in Hong Kong. I almost wept through parts of Alabama. It is, contrary to what Hollywood movies portray, a beautiful place. I found my self longing to move back to a small house on some land.
But, I was excited to land at Chek-Lap Kok and ride the bus home to Causeway Bay. My wife and I are planning to travel this Christmas. It seems that our only family tradition is impermanence.
I feel like a hydroponic plant. I have no roots
Until Next Time
Fai Mao
The Homeless Blogger
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