It’s always difficult to leave a place you love. When I was in a cab leaving Paris this summer, I teared up because I wasn’t ready to leave. When I left Hong Kong last year after a very brief layover–as my mom and our good friend stayed behind for a few more days–I cried on the airport train.
This photo is one of my final images from my trip to Hong Kong last month. I love this image because it shows the old and the new, and a reminder of the work that still needs to be done to provide for all. Although Hong Kong is a wealthy city, many people are far from that.
I left Hong Kong during the day last month, a stark contrast from when I moved away from there 18 years ago. Back then, it was dark and rainy. On this last trip, I left when it was bright and sunny. 18 years ago, I left Hong Kong against my wishes, but for the good of my family. Last month, I left on my own accord.