In Suspension

Another day in Hong Kong passed much like the others. Moments slid by almost unnoticed, stitching themselves together into a thin fabric of routine that feels oddly foreign to me.

People move with purpose. They are busy, heading somewhere, doing something. I watch them while I wait — waiting to return to what I know, to what gives me focus and a sense of direction.

It’s not bad here. It’s just not my kind of good.

There is laughter, conversation, movement. And I find myself slightly detached from it all, not fully belonging here, yet temporarily removed from the place I now call home.

I’m still training each day, which I’m grateful for, but it feels more like maintenance than progress. That’s fine. I know pauses are part of the process. Rest has its place. Some challenges aren’t meant to be pushed through.

This is life — just not the version I’m reaching for.

So I changed my return tickets, extended my hotel stay, and quietly prepared myself for another week inside this particular holding pattern.

Not fighting it.
Just noticing it.