The Time is Near at Hand
Soon the 8-month barrier will be crossed. I can now count the days before I fly back on my fingers and toes. As the probability of arrival of the new addition goes up exponentially with each (at least that is my unproven hypothesis) the mind becomes flooded with a myriad of questions: am I ready? what will the first days be like? how does the baby passport picture work? how many diapers do I need to pack on a 15 hour flight? and how many diapers will I need to use over the next couple of years?
(my estimate on the last is [#Diapers = 360t^-.37] with t being baby's age in months, thus estimate for the penultimate question yields 7.5 diapers for the flight alone...I'm sure I can let someone else borrow the other half of the diaper since I won't be needing it)
Yet besides all these questions spinning around in my head, the past week has primarily been fraught with anxiety over "baby-friendly" living arrangements. While I'm not too worried about baby-proofing just yet (since he won't be crawling, climbing, and wreaking havoc just yet, mostly lying there like a starfish), I am concerned about facilitating the care of a baby in Hong Kong. Simply trying to imagine life with a stroller opens one's eyes to a tremendous amount of things unseen before. Thus, this week I've reconsidered the original plan to stay in this apartment building and reverted to apartment hunting to find the ideal environment. To be fair, it isn't so much hunting, Citi has provided me with information but it is still up to me to visit and assess. Perhaps a more accurate term is "Apartment Evaluation."
While Eliza and I think we found the one we want, we have to cross our fingers to make sure there is availability sometime around D-Day +15...and on that note, negotiating a contract with a wide range of starting dates is moderately problematic.
The Reprieve from the Housing Search
After a action packed weekend of residential treasure hunting, I sought for liberation from enclosed areas and braved the heat once more in search of a different kind of gem. I suppose it is due to my simple addiction to beauty, tranquility, and maybe escapism that I wandered around Kowloon City for a time, pretty much lost and starting to despair. This was the second attempt to find a certain location there. I was unsuccessful on the first attempt (no iPhone acting as my second brain anymore) and also beginning to worry that after such effort, what if the finding was a letdown-a small, forsaken, and unkempt area that would make me wish I was again apartment hunting the comfort of air conditioned buildings.
Below it a snippet of what I found (trying out the new media format this time around):
I was in no way disappointed. In fact, I fell in love and have found one of my favorite places in Hong Kong.
The history of the park is quite colorful and interesting. I suggest interested parties take a few minutes for a quick read of the history here. It's almost like the Princess Bride, where there is "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Revenge. Giants. Monsters. Chases. Escapes. True love. Miracles." Well maybe not all of that but probably close especially if you include the "Depictions in Popular Culture" section from Wikipedia as well as part of your perusal of the history.
The history of the park is quite colorful and interesting. I suggest interested parties take a few minutes for a quick read of the history here. It's almost like the Princess Bride, where there is "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Revenge. Giants. Monsters. Chases. Escapes. True love. Miracles." Well maybe not all of that but probably close especially if you include the "Depictions in Popular Culture" section from Wikipedia as well as part of your perusal of the history.
No comments:
Post a Comment