The Air Smells Different Here

It's 5:55 am here in Hong Kong--and I can't sleep. It may be September 2009, but I feel like I'm 7 years old again and back in the apartment complex where my grandmother used to live. I can't explain what it is about HK apartments. It might be a mingling of the wood and building materials along with the weather that emits this smell in the air, but, to me, it smells like memories.

I remember when my grandmother would hold my hand and walk me through the streets. In the market warehouses, she would always buy me and my brother a cold cup of soy bean milk in papercups from the same vendor, and we'd happily sip on it through straws and continue our brisk walk.

K, feeling drowsy again so I may try to sleep again. I haven't really taken pictures because 1) feeling too lazy and 2) I don't want to target myself as a tourist.

I'll make more of an effort later on. I still have 12 days left :)