Just got in from a hectic business trip in Manila.
At the NAIA waiting lounge I bumped into a Partner I used to work for at the Perm. (Note to self: always wear blue skirt suit when travelling. It's hella-uncomfortable and the heels are a killer, but you bump into all these people.)
He asked where I was going.
I said, "Home."
He nodded and smiled. I guess he didn't notice how that statement of mine blew me away. Until then, I'd never referred to Hong Kong as home.
But that sense of restlessness you feel when you've been on a long trip, how you just want to get out of those clothes, take a long hot shower and sleep, that's how I felt at the airport.
I just wanted to go... home.
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