When I lived in Shenzhen, I filled up my passport with stamps traveling to and from Hong Kong. Hong Kong eased the culture shock with its Western style restaurants, European influence, and English speakers. Plus it’s simply an amazing city.
On this particular visit, the other Amy, Todd, our friend Stone (a mainland China native), and I hopped an early morning train. We spent the day exploring the city – riding the streetcar, taking the tram up the mountain, and eating some burgers and fries at some Western chain restaurant.
I remember it being a fun day. In hindsight, I don’t remember being especially thankful for my freedom and independence. Like many things, I took it for granted. With my passport – the words ‘United States of America’ emblazoned on the front – in hand, I could come and go to Hong Kong as I so desired. I could go nearly anywhere in the world with that blue-bound ticket.
For that, I’m very grateful.