The past 2 months had been really hectic. My Hong Kong landlord made his decision to sell the apartment that I was living in. Apparently, my rental contract had crossed its legal tenure and hence technically, he did not have to serve me any notice and I was to move out almost immediately. Thankfully, the landlord, probably amused by my ignorance, gave me another month of extension so that I would not have to sleep on the streets. As much as I hate to admit it, I think, I have a love-hate relationship with my Hong Kong landlord.
It was a month of mad frenzy. Time between tours was spent in apartment hunting. I viewed around 30 apartments, before settling on a place 2 blocks away. The 450 square feet apartment came unfurnished, so I had to find time to browse at furniture stores. The mission was clear. I had to create more space out of a tiny space, all within my small budget. I made the decision to focus on attention on anything that was really small and portable, just in case I have to move again. Clothes racks instead of wardrobes. Boxes instead of book shelves. No couch if I want a bed. You get the gist.
Nonetheless, it was a worthwhile experience, where I figured out my necessities in life and learnt how to compromise with the lack of an ideal interior design. I shifted house within a 24-hour time frame, packing, unpacking and then packing everything again. It’s amazing. I came to Hong Kong with just one suitcase, and on the day of moving, I realised, my stuff could probably fit ten of them. What on earth have I been buying?
Then it was time to settle down, yet again, in Hong Kong. Changing of addresses with all the relevant government authorities (e.g. water, electricity, gas, Big Foot Tour’s business license, etc), buying small things that make a house a home (e.g bowls, cups, toiletries, etc) and then returning after a long day at tour, knowing that for the next 1 year, this would be the place that I call… home.