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Writer's pictureAlexandra Chou

Home Kong

As I step off the airplane, a sense of anticipation fills the air. The wet moist air sticks on my skin, making me feel uneasy and hot. The glowing blue signs and loud speakers above my head direct me to the exit. As I make my way through the airport terminal, the vibrant atmosphere of what I call home begins to envelope me. The hum of voices and chatters speaking in Cantonese, Mandarin and English fills the air. The scent of freshly brewed green tea and distinct smell of the famous "Hong Kong Egg Tarts" wafts through the air, awakening my appetite after a fifteen hour flight. Anticipation coursing through me, I race towards baggage claim, eagerly waiting to reunite with my belongings. Spotting my neon pink tag from miles away, I retrieved my suitcase and exited through the automatic sliding doors.


The sun has set and darkness has fallen. Opening the taxi window, I feel the breeze of wind brush against my skin, carrying with a hint of salty sea air. I catch a glimpse of the Victoria Harbour, shimmering in the dark sky. The Star Ferry, an emblem of the city's rich maritime origin, glides across the water, passing by Hong Kong's iconic landmarks. The bright lights glowing from the billboards and TV screens illuminates the skyline, enhancing the dynamic spirit of my home.



As I continue my way into the heart of the city, an array of colors, vibrant signs and billboards compete for my attention. I hear the chatter from street vendors, gleaming over the tastefulness of classic fish balls and sticky tofu. The tall skyscrapers tower over me, making me feel like a small spectacle in a large spectacular city. I look at my watch it; it indicates midnight. The city's infectious energy overcomes me.



Driving past the city and reaching closer to my childhood home, I feel a sense of tranquility emerge. The loud noises fades away as I only hear the soft wind blowing against the sand. Entering the suburbs, I pass the streets I drive past everyday in elementary school. The soft glow of lamp posts allows me to see the waterfront promenade that was once filled with tourists and sunbathers during the day. The continuing ripples of waves soothes my ears. The water sparkles hints of silver, reflecting the faint stars in the sky. That special aura of calmness and serenity never fails to comfort me. The duality of the city and suburban life signifies what I pride my home to be. From the majestic skyscrapers to the scenic mountains, I feel grateful to have grown up at this special place. Each time I step off that airplane, I feel a sense of new-found energy, peacefulness and thrill, reminding me that the magic of homecoming will never loose its allure.


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