Both my parents saw me off from Heathrow airport where I was to take the evening flight on Cathay Pacific to Hong Kong.
‘Work hard,’ my mother reminded me yet again. ‘But don’t forget to enjoy yourself.’
‘I will,’ I promised, trying not to roll my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time...
It was early November. Students were milling about, searching for books needed for essays or presentations, pulling them from the pristine white shelves of the Hong Kong University Fung Ping Shan Library, before taking them to desks that were already laid out with supplies that were necessary...
I never really thought about when and where I would fall in love. But I had thought often enough of the how. And whom.
When I was little, I would listen to and read stories of love at first sight. I dreamt of finding a love like that, and of handsome princes with fair hair and blue eyes...