The other day after work, I went to the flower market to pick up some Autumn. I’d gotten to the point where I needed a reminder that it was, after all, November! After running through all the shops within the 3-4 blocks that make up the flower market, I ended up leaving with orange tulips. Not exactly the Autumn bouquet I was hoping for, but none the less, they were beautiful and they were orange.
While waiting to cross the street near the Prince Edward MTR entrance (trying to let go my frustrations of not finding a single potted mum…), I was looking up at the buildings around me. I’m no Peeping-Tom, but whether driving through the streets of Highland Park in Dallas, or walking down sidewalks in a major city, if a room is exposed by an open window, I’m going to look! I like seeing how people live.
Anyway. While standing on the corner, I could see what appeared to be a cage-like structure inside a window. The more I looked, the more I realized I was looking at a caged apartment.
“You are only free when you realize you belong no place – you belong every place – no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.” ~Dr. Maya Angelou
I was 23 when I moved to Chicago. It was my first major move and although everything seemed different and foreign, I still had a car. I still had Target. I still had Fahrenheit. I knew how much I was lifting at the gym and how much pastrami I was ordering at the deli counter. I still had Oprah.
I love Instagram.
It was Instagram that brought Francois and I together. After months of liking and commenting each other’s pictures, one night while I was out having a drink with a friend (in a city with 7.8 million people…), Francois walks up to me and says, “Hey, aren’t you the guy with two little dogs on Instagram?” The rest is our history.
I grew up in Dallas, which is where Pizza Hut, Inc. is headquartered. So it’s safe to say, I pretty much grew up with Pizza Hut pizzas. It’s not the best pizza in the world, but when it comes to a hot meal delivered to your door step, who’s looking for the best? It is good. However, I feel compelled to share with Hong Kong that the Pizza Hut you’ve come to know is NOT the Pizza Hut I grew up enjoying.
Which brings me to the question. Who hurt you, Pizza Hut? Read More
Target just made life better GLOBALLY.
Today, TARGET NOW SHIPS TO HONG KONG! Targets known for a while there’s an appetite for its cheap-chic apparel, housewares, and health and beauty products outside of the United States. The company says it gets more than 50 million visits to Target.com from people living abroad. But until recently, those of us outside the United States haven’t been able to purchase items from Target online.
The term “better late than never” has never proven to be more true than last weekend, when I gathered up a few long-time friends for a dim sum brunch at Duddell’s. I remember when Duddell’s first opened, it was all Hongkongers talked about. I had been invited to just one of the many opening events during their first few months. But due to a trip, sadly, I was not able to attend.
Life in Hong Kong can feel small at times. I rarely find myself venturing more than a few miles from home on a daily basis. I think this lifestyle is why I like to travel so much. Checking out every now and then helps me maintain a proper perspective with life outside this ever inflating Hong Kong bubble. But checking out doesn’t always require a plane ticket. Sometimes it’s as close as heading to the other side of the island. Read More