These are my final days in my fabulous digs. I will always remember my early days in Hong Kong, when I lived in a thousand foot one bedroom apartment with extraordinarily high ceilings. When I didn’t know anyone and ate by myself, but I had a housekeeper on call and my towels were changed daily. It was a time of awkward transition – I didn’t know what to do with two gigantic TVs and two DVD players. When I could plug my iPod into the apartment’s own iPod dock and play music as loud as I pleased – there is only one apartment per floor. It was a time I could make a mess in the kitchen (or anywhere else for that matter) and return to a spotless apartment, with a faint smell of pine scent.
Ah, things were so much simpler then.
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