Gasp. It’s been a whole 20 years since I moved back to Hong Kong to start a new chapter, one that I expected to last a long time. Like forever.
It was the second weekend in June 1994 that I boarded a KAL flight to Seoul, transferring to Hong Kong and taking a taxi to the Waterloo Road YMCA for a three-night, pre-paid stay. Only when I arrived at the Y, they couldn’t find my reservation. Luckily they still had room.
The next day I found a tiny room in an apartment in South Horizons, a new development that didn’t exist when I had lived in Hong Kong from 1990 to 1991. But I only stayed there through the summer because I got into grad school that fall and moved into a dorm on campus to save money.
That winter my parents visited from Chicago and I brought them to South Horizons to show them where I had lived that summer. My room in this apartment was where maids typically live, no larger than a tiny walk-in closet. But I didn’t care. I was just so happy to be back in Hong Kong.
GOOD CHINESE WIFE begins pretty much as soon as I moved out of South Horizons.
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