I haven’t been home for more than 15 years. What I called home is in Hong Kong, no bigger than 450 square feet apartment on the 29th floor.

One particular memory that stuck out to me was the time I was playing “teatime” with the neighboring kids thought the windows (Yes Hong Kong housing space is so limited that you are right next to your neighbor within arms reach).

We would exchanged tea and stuff animals, occasionally we’d slipped on one of the exchanges resulting in a 29th floor fall on teacups, Hello Kitty. She survived.

oh ~ good times 😎