Here I am!
Just over three weeks into my new Hong Kong life and things are slowly getting sorted. I'm getting in to the swing of work now. By the second week it just seems so natural to be back in the classroom.... in fact I can hardly believe how right it seems given how worried I was before I started. My imagination is obviously still alive and well... conjuring up crazy classroom happenings!
Have already quashed one major rumour that was starting about me at school... that I had come to Hong Kong so that I could be living in the same place as my fiance... huh... how on earth did that rumour start... goodness knows!!!... and have also already been mistaken for a student. Not just any student though.... a year 7 student!!! I know I look young but surely that's ridiculous... a record even for me!
I finally managed to get an apartment... just where I wanted to be living. It's still soooo empty though. Partly due to my lack of motivation to go furniture shopping in my few precious spare hours and partly due to Ikea trauma after Ikea trauma.
The last Ikea disaster got me SOOOO mad. I stormed over to, and round Ikea, looking so pissed off it's untrue and probably muttering under my breath. Really not a good look. So by the time I'd made it through the assault course that is the Ikea store I was fuming. As I waited in line to see the customer service guy thoughts of how pissed off I was were running through my head and I was pretty much preparing to give him a right earful. How I was gonna shout at him about the fact that I didn't have time to be mucked about like this, how I wanted them to do what I wanted when I wanted, about how they should be making ME happy by doing what I wanted when I wanted, how I didn't care if they were busy... they just needed to find a way to get it done. Basically how I was more important than anyone else. But then... as I was standing there I just realised how ridiculously self-centred I was being... and not only that, I remembered what it was like to work on the customer service desk. How many times had I had a day ruined because a customer was nasty to me just cause they weren't happy about something. How many times had I wanted to just go and cry cos a customer had been really nasty to me. How small in the grand scheme of things was a sofa not arriving for another week. Was it worth having a go at someone about... not really. Were those negative comments reflective of the impact I want to make in the lives of people I come across.... definitely not.
And so, I calmed down and .... by the time it was my turn to be seen... I was back to myself... and ended up having a nice chat with the person behind the desk.
I walked home in the rain.... feeling so amazingly blessed it was untrue.... I'm not even quite sure why I felt that way... just that I was astounded by the way in which Hong Kong is working out so far.
I miss a lot of things from Cambridge... but I'm seeing exciting things starting to happen here.... things I'm so up for being part of. It's gonna be very different, and it has been/ is a bit of a challenge to accept that. Stuff was just getting comfortable and familiar and now that's all been swept away and replaced with something quasi-familiar and yet so different to what I knew here before. But there we go, that's just part of the adventure that my life is turning out to be... and at least I'm not bored!
Have already quashed one major rumour that was starting about me at school... that I had come to Hong Kong so that I could be living in the same place as my fiance... huh... how on earth did that rumour start... goodness knows!!!... and have also already been mistaken for a student. Not just any student though.... a year 7 student!!! I know I look young but surely that's ridiculous... a record even for me!
I finally managed to get an apartment... just where I wanted to be living. It's still soooo empty though. Partly due to my lack of motivation to go furniture shopping in my few precious spare hours and partly due to Ikea trauma after Ikea trauma.
The last Ikea disaster got me SOOOO mad. I stormed over to, and round Ikea, looking so pissed off it's untrue and probably muttering under my breath. Really not a good look. So by the time I'd made it through the assault course that is the Ikea store I was fuming. As I waited in line to see the customer service guy thoughts of how pissed off I was were running through my head and I was pretty much preparing to give him a right earful. How I was gonna shout at him about the fact that I didn't have time to be mucked about like this, how I wanted them to do what I wanted when I wanted, about how they should be making ME happy by doing what I wanted when I wanted, how I didn't care if they were busy... they just needed to find a way to get it done. Basically how I was more important than anyone else. But then... as I was standing there I just realised how ridiculously self-centred I was being... and not only that, I remembered what it was like to work on the customer service desk. How many times had I had a day ruined because a customer was nasty to me just cause they weren't happy about something. How many times had I wanted to just go and cry cos a customer had been really nasty to me. How small in the grand scheme of things was a sofa not arriving for another week. Was it worth having a go at someone about... not really. Were those negative comments reflective of the impact I want to make in the lives of people I come across.... definitely not.
And so, I calmed down and .... by the time it was my turn to be seen... I was back to myself... and ended up having a nice chat with the person behind the desk.
I walked home in the rain.... feeling so amazingly blessed it was untrue.... I'm not even quite sure why I felt that way... just that I was astounded by the way in which Hong Kong is working out so far.
I miss a lot of things from Cambridge... but I'm seeing exciting things starting to happen here.... things I'm so up for being part of. It's gonna be very different, and it has been/ is a bit of a challenge to accept that. Stuff was just getting comfortable and familiar and now that's all been swept away and replaced with something quasi-familiar and yet so different to what I knew here before. But there we go, that's just part of the adventure that my life is turning out to be... and at least I'm not bored!
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