One last night

One last night in London, one final post from me.

I think I've figured it out, it's not the parks, nor cobbled stones, nor secret alley ways, nor English tea that I'll miss. It's the friends I'm leaving behind. It's my little brother who's got to cope on his own in the UK now. It's the EE guys whom I'll miss terribly when I'm in need of all-guy bullying to put me in my place. It's the MSOC people I won't be able to gossip with everyday. It's my horrible juniors who will no longer torture me and demand cheesecakes from me. It's my ISE friends whom I'll never have crazy sessions at the union bar with again. It's my beloved freshers who'll grow up, without me.

Each time, I've left a country with no regrets. Psyched myself up with cold steely reserve, waiting to start a new life, waiting to see what beckons. I'm excited about Hong Kong, and yet apprehensive as usual. The work, the stress, the possibility of growing fat and old and alone... well not that alone, seeing that my new household is going to be a great fodder for future humourous posts, however this time I feel like I've left a substantial part of myself in London, or maybe more of a gaping absence, and this last night is going to be a painful one.

Because this time, it's just too hard to say goodbye. At least there will be Fridays to look forward to.

Dimsumgirltalk is officially open. I won't say goodbye. I can't face it.

and so the rain falls...

I can never separate rain from London, or so it seems. Walking back from West End, completely drenched with squeaky shoes, it was refreshing (although I doubt Kit who was drenched from head to toe felt the same).

Despite all my previous posts that mentioned my time in London has outdone its welcome, I will miss this quaint city, its awful weather, and its cobbled stone roads which absolutely kill my shoes. It's hard to say goodbye to everything and everyone. There's only so little time and so many many things to do, and the rain and gloom is making it harder. I've already been back to Imperial twice, and nothing seems to have changed, apart from the fact that I keep on walking in wearing a suit instead of my EE polo t-shirt and jeans. My hangout area is now Holborn instead of South Kent, and I miss my old haunts. But I'm rambling. I think the rain has addled my brains.

Hong Kong will be a world of difference, but a nice change of scenary. Typhoons instead of pattering rain...

Next port of call

If you've been following my little journey around the world, you'd be happy to know that I've sailed back to London and I'm enjoying a spot of good weather that I've hardly seen in my last 4 years here.

It's a little strange to come back not as a student, nor living the student life. No more dorm rooms, microwave pasta and torn jeans.

And I miss it. Amidst all the luxury of owning a working life, I miss that penniless student freedom.
And I miss all of you. London's not the same without...