So, I promised that I'd start this and update it with my struggles with moving and adjusting to a new life, and stepping out of my old one. I imagine everyone that could possibly be looking at this is someone who knows me, so introductions probably aren't necessary, but for the sake of arguement, let's go ahead.
I'm probably known to you guys as a number of different names, but whichever one you choose to use, I'm still the same person. Addle/Pip/Phil or whatever else you may call me (which I'm almost sure I don't want to know). I've lived in Vancouver, Canada my entire life. Born and raised in Vancouver, I think of myself as Canadian first, and Chinese second. I speak one and a half languages, English.... and French; I play hockey and live and die with my Calgary Flames.
Don't get me wrong, I still consider myself Chinese, no matter what my girlfriend thinks. I believe strongly in the whole family thing, and think people putting their parents into nursing homes is disgraceful. I think family is more important than anything, and feel bad when I see so many people I know who have had divorce been such a major factor in their lives. And I am extremely happy that my brother, sister and I are close.
But, as time went on, and I realized that certain things in my life would have to change, I made the decision. It was time to move on. Move on and see more of the world, see if I could live outside of the comfy confines of Vancouver and my family. It's going to be exciting. It's going to be difficult. It's going to be a huge adjustment, and I hope that this space might help me with that. Hong Kong, here I come.
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