This postcard is so Suzie Wong, yet I bought and sent it to my Grandma Blumberg in August, 1994, a month shy of my 24th birthday.
I wrote to my grandma about my shared summer apartment and how I lived with a couple of people I didn’t know.
Even though people did that in Washington, DC, where I had lived for two years before moving back to Hong Kong, my grandma probably thought I was crazy for doing the same thing halfway around the world.
At the bottom of the card, I wrote that Hong Kong was much safer than the US.
That summer, I often met friends at night and didn’t return home until well past midnight. The subway was crowded and the buses weren’t empty. It was perfectly safe for a young woman to be out and about in Hong Kong, day or night.