I lived in one of the tong lau in the above picture
for more than eight years... ;S
Earlier today, I moved from the place I called home for some eight years to an apartment not too far away. And lest there be any doubt: yes, I'm still in Hong Kong -- and plan to be so for the foreseeable future!
Having decided to hire movers for the first time ever in my life, I also decided to pay extra for them to pack my things. Scheduled to arrive at 9:30 this morning, they arrived at my doorstep 45 minutes earlier than expected; and even more amazingly proceeded to pack all my things and transport them to my new place by 10am!
Despite having spent much of the rest of the day unpacking with the help of good friend, I'm still not yet fully unpacked. Something I really get to noticing whenever I move is how much stuff I feel like I own (even while my friend assured me that I don't seem to have as much stuff as many other people she knows). And it's one reason why I dislike moving; even while it's true enough that I've probably moved around quite a bit more to date than many other folks.
For the record: I'm now in my fourth flat since moving to Hong Kong in May 2007. And Hong Kong is the ninth different part of the world that I've lived in. And yes, for all its political ills and such, I actually still do like the Big Lychee best of all the places I've spent a significant amount of time in thus far in my life. Perhaps not coincidentally, as I've told more than one person over the years: I've gone and lived in other places in the world because of school or work; but Hong Kong is the only place that I decided I wanted to make a home in -- and then went about finding ways to earn a living and live here... :)