In March I traveled to Hong Kong with my youngest and my father. It was a trip taken to connect generations, a trip I have looked forward to my entire life. It was fascinating to find that this place, so strikingly different than the homeland I have lived in, could feel so familiar. It may have been from the years I have dreamed of visiting the city where my father grew up, or the countless videos, photographs and memories I have seen and heard of over the years. But I like to think that it's because this city is in my blood. It was like coming home, learning a bit of who I am.
Amid the chaos of this city filled with thousands of buildings, so many many taxis, and millions of people who seem to be in constant motion, I loved finding moments of calm, simplicity, and a touch of nature.