wished you were here

Yesterday I randomly revisited this blog to see that it still exists.

Today, somebody asked me, "Do you blog?"

And it happens to be the last day of February, a month that has been more than kind to me, a month in which I turned 30.

And so I've decided to come back, this time, without asking why I write here and what the purpose is. I just feel like coming back.

Too much has happened since I was last here. July of last year feels like light years ago. At that time, I did not even give a thought about coming to Hong Kong.

This is my first entry in Hong Kong.

Now I'm refining a few pieces in preparation for the writing group.

Yesterday I bought the singles collection of Every Little Thing. I usually don't buy a CD buy its cover, but this one got me.

I also bought tickets to see Iijima Mari's piano concert in March, and to see a Chinese interpretation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein in April.

Such is the interesting life so far.

I wished you were here.