Preface: I’m probably exhausted so while this may seem coherent to me, it will undoubtedly be riddled with confusing structures, grammatical errors, and general un-fluency of my native tongue.
Well last night I finally landed in HK (51 hours from home door to hostel door). They didn’t lose my luggage and I just took a taxi here (Ok ok). Then I unpacked my stuff and went to bed. I woke up at around 2:30 am (1230 pm central) and sort of half-slept for the next 4 hours. Hopefully the jet-lag wears off by tomorrow.
So not much has happened, aside from arriving in HK. I’m so tired I can’t think, and I should probably go shower since I reek like anxiousness and airplanes.
P. S. I’m glad I lived in FAR so long; I’m used to tiny rooms. This room might actually be bigger…
P. P. S. Maybe someday I’ll figure out how to make the pictures not so large.
P. P. P. S. So I just went out walking for a bit and collected my student card and stuff. I’m sure I’ll be wondering this more often later, but I’m questioning why I went to school on a flatland and why not by the ocean. What was I thinking?