I'm transplanted

Just got in to HK today. It's freeeeezing in the business center here in my aforementioned service apartment building. Therefore, I cannot really blog, it's really that cold. They are crazy about the AC in HK. But anyway, I watched Becoming Jane, Elizabeth II, and Lions for Lambs on the plane. They feel a need to constantly feed you in business class, now I feel a little sick, especially since the first thing after getting here was another meal, and now this crazy AC is probably making me sick upon sick upon sick. And I feel homesick for Chicago. Even though I am home now. But home is where the heart is, right?

Still got that crazy order, been making me crazy, I hate this, hate this, hate this arrr.

You know what's funny, after the movers came and packed all my worldly possessions into a truck and drove off, the first thing I felt was if I lost all those things I would be perfectly fine. I have what I need in my 1.5 suitcases, which include my favorite jeans, t-shirts, dresses, and 5 pairs of shoes, and about 5 books to keep me company. The only other thing I really cared about is my car, but that's gone it's OK. But at that moment I just felt like I don't really NEED anything. I bought three books at Barnes and Noble before leaving, just 'cause, they were buy 2 get 3rd free. And it's pretty weird how much I feel like I'll be OK as long as I have a few books. I just remember one of them is the Bell Jar, that my cousin said she liked, and I trust her judgment completely, and I don't even remember what the two others were. So, my point... I dunno it's just a weird feeling. All that stuff. I don't need it. I really don't need any of it.

And I sat in the empty apartment, like seconds before exiting forever, and one window had the blinds up, and outside was like... the most beautiful depressing thing ever, just slate blue sky, a bit of a building, and the enormous old-timey streetlight. It was so beautiful.