MY HOME, my home

I grew up in Hong Kong, where I spent 22 years in a place I once believed would always be my home. For a long time, that belief felt unquestionable. The city held my memories, my routines, and the life I thought I would continue to build.

But everything began to shift. The Hong Kong protests, followed by the pandemic, did not just change the city around me—they changed how I experienced it. What once felt stable and familiar slowly became uncertain and fragile. The sense of permanence I had taken for granted began to dissolve.

As the future grew more unclear, I found myself standing between what I knew and what I could no longer hold onto. Staying no longer felt possible in the way it once had. And so, with hesitation, loss, and a quiet sense of necessity, I made the decision to leave.