So. Let's have ruminations on what it's like being back "home" after being away for around two months.
I kinda feel like Ariel. Hong Kong is the ocean. Like... weirdest analogy ever, maybe, but I feel like her in The Little Mermaid 2, when she gets turned (SPOILER ALERT!!! Just in case...) back into a mermaid and goes back to the sea to rescue Melody (I haven't even watched this recently, I'm just this sad.) She's technically a mermaid again... but she's actually a human. But she's not even a human.. she's ACTUALLY a mermaid. And she goes back and I'm sure, putting aside the fact she was on a rescue mission and must've been like, super worried and everything, she must've felt how I feel: like a fish... back in water?
For a start, I was greeted with blue skies and high temperatures and a flock of mosquitos who aren't even supposed to be here now because it's winter. Parents who waved as they greeted me at the terminal gate. My sister's brownies that she baked for school but decided to keep because they tasted too nice. My friends who I sort of surprised when I turned up to Clockenflap after all my whining that I wasn't because it turns out I was bothered after all.
Instead, I whined. I missed dull England weather and the lack of insects. Seeing my halls nutcases wandering around and being accosted and joining in random corridor congregations.
It feels strange. I feel like I've never left, but at the same time, I feel so out-of-place here. I wasn't lying when I said I missed the people, not the place. It's been nice seeing the people. I couldn't give less of a shit about the place.
Speaking of the people: saw them again, (some of them, anyway,) at Clockenflap. What, you may ask, is this strange foreign-sounding-word and why did you go? Clockenflap is actually Hong Kong's music festival thing on the West Kowloon waterfront. This was the first time I'd gone, despite my tiredness, as it was free and I found out that my ticket did still work after all.
I did have a drink at 3 in the afternoon. It was refreshingly delicious and disgustingly strong. My tolerance has decreased so much, it's ridiculous. This does not spell out great times for me.
So nice seeing Izzy again. She was the first person I met on the platform of the MTR. We spotted each other just as the train doors were closing, and in a dramatic movie-esque sequence, ran at each other and embraced and squealed that way girls do. The train doors then magically opened and let us on after it saw the strength of our love.
I didn't even stay long for Clockenflap as I was being all lame and tired. Jet lag hasn't hit that much, I'd just woken up ridiculously early after a stupid amount of sleep. After, however, my appalling uni sleep schedule, anything is better really - 2 hours a night can't really be too good for you.
Totally I cemented the idea of "finally being home," by visiting my beloved New York Fries. Cheesy fries with spring onion and tomatoes? Yes please! This exciting excursion was made more exciting as I attended with Izzy, but this elation was slightly, (okay, very,) diminished by the discovery that my very favourite Frozen Yogurt (for all my Brit friends who constantly mock my 'Americanisms': YOW-GURT. Get over it.) place had actually closed down. I'm guessing they lost the majority of their business after I'd left. I wept internally and then sucked it up and got an ice cream.
Me and Izzy make each other ridiculously hyper. As in, rolling around on the grass actually trying not to cry of laughter whilst people stare at the strange spectacle unravelling in front of them.
"I AM A BUSHBABY!!!"
We also found trees and climbed. And, if anyone remembers from this post (GOD that was long ago!) how me and Izzy found an abandoned construction frame that was later dissembled... it has been returned to us! Upon my walk home, I stumbled upon a construction frame in the exact same spot. The angels such a chorus as the sunlight shone down on this discovery. "CLIMB US NOW!" It exclaimed. "Later." I whispered, whilst informing Izzy of my discovery. We will be definitely taking another trip there.
I'm still unsure of what I'm going to do for a month. I have quite a bit planned: Christmas dinners and sleepovers and forts and Burton films and campfires and Disneyland, but a month just seems like a really, really long time. I mean - I've only been at uni for two months and now I'm away for one. I already miss people and my room - why is it I keep coming up with cool room ideas now?! - and just the little things, far more than I've missed Hong Kong aka my hometown for 17 years. I don't know, I just feel more at home in uni.
I was considering asking to not come back for Easter, but that'd mean I wouldn't get to see my dog for ages, and nothing is worth that. I'd bare the pain of a thousand mosquitos for my dog, just saying.
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