What a difference a year can make

We're in the midst of summer here which means cracking days full of blue blue skies and hot hot sun. It gets to about 32 degrees each day and the humidity gets close to 100%. Summer here brings typhoon season. We've already had a T8 raised which never ceases to be a novelty for everyone.

It's summer. In all its Hong Kong glory.

Watching the typhoon on its way, from our balcony. 

This time last year I was 14 weeks pregnant. I spent most of my days sweating it up in Midlevels, exhausted, trudging up and down that godforsaken escalator with my hand carefully positioned over my mouth in case I needed to catch what seemed to constantly be making its way out. I still had scars from all the doors that were slammed in my face while I was hunting for that illustrious job and I was yet to discover what on earth the attraction was of living in Hong Kong. I was bored, sick, lonely. 

What a difference a year can make.

The air is cleaner and cooler out here at The Pok. There's always a comforting breeze to take the bite out of the sun and being able to look out of the windows at the water every day instantly brings a relaxing feeling of cool. I spend my days hanging out with my beautiful boy at home in the air-con, in the pool at our apartment or at the cricket club, visiting friends or doing bits and pieces around town. We swim, we laugh, we eat, we learn new things about each other. I can call myself a freelance writer. I now see Hong Kong as home and can see what a life over the next few years here might look like. I'm happy, healthy, complete.

What a difference a year can make.