One thing I can safely say about Hong Kong is the living was easy. Once I got the hang of things, which didn't take all that long, I really relished the ease with which I was able to conduct my life.
Part of that, of course, is being somewhere temporarily, and not having to deal with many of the daily intricacies of long-term living. And now that I am home, I am faced with those realities.
After four months of having someone else do my laundry and clean my house and cook my food it's back to the real world. The trade-off for a normal schedule.
Now, I am consumed with the tasks looming in front of me: take the cat to the vet, get the house scrubbed down, sort the mail and the bills, start the newspaper, return the phone calls, make doctor's appointments, get the car fixed, figure out why the TV won't work. Rinse and repeat.
Doing this from the comfort of my own home of course makes it easier. But no more do I have the luxury of a 15-minute run to accomplish all my errands and chores for the day.
A new day, a new adventure.