this was over a year ago.
I was standing on the top floor of my old residence, taking in the raw beauty of the place I grew up in for the last time: Whampoa Drive.
I was moving to a new place, and I had mixed feelings about it.
my childhood best friend lived there. I spent my leisure time as a child frequenting the playgrounds there. my primary school was near there. I had my best walks in the parks there. I made many mistakes and learned from them there.
I grew up there.
to leave Whampoa, was to leave all that behind. how devastating, I thought.
a side of me wanted to leave everything behind and start anew. Whampoa Drive is nevertheless still riddled with unspeakable bad memories. the other whispered reminders of all the irreplaceable memories I had in this neighbourhood.
somehow, all my confusion evaporated when I saw this sight before me, it put my heart in place.
I realised: wherever I move, I'm still going to see the same sunset. wherever I go, Whampoa Drive will still stay in me.
with that, I was content. I took one last picture, packed up, and left.