I remember a Sherlock Holmes story I read once, about a man who was walking along one day and nearly had a fatal accident. He suddenly had an awakening and walked away from his life and its daily trappings, and it was his disappearance that led to the summoning of Sherlock Holmes. But what I'm trying to say is this: I understand what motivated this man.

I still miss Hong Kong though it's becoming a fainter and fainter echo. But everyday that I'm wearing my last gift from Hong Kong is a constant reminder that I've walked away before.