21 boxes of boxes — that’s what it took to pack a whole lot of memories in these six years.
In a few hours, I’ll be leaving Taiwan. Sayonara, cai jian, bye bye baby.
Last night, I had a relaxing farewell dinner with colleagues at People and then caught up for some drinks with a few close friends.
The ambience was intimate, peaceful. Have always thought that when I leave Taiwan for good, it wouldn’t be with a bang. Six years later, I’m probably one of the last people to leave this Formosan island, and as expected, nobody would see me off the airport, no crying or huge drama.
Just the way I liked and predicted.
But then again, I never thought my departure would be like this — smooth and with a heart ready for the next chapter. Instead of kicking and screaming, am being sent to Taiwan in a Mercedes Benz with an open invitation to return.
Which is probably why my leaving doesn’t come with a heavy heart. It’s not goodbye, really.
My closest friends have an open invitation to come and visit Hong Kong whenever they can, and the invitation is reciprocal. Their doors are open whenever I need it. I also don’t think I’ll ever leave Taiwan entirely.
So this isn’t goodbye — it’s see you later.
And I will reveal myself in my new destination very very soon. Watch out for it!