My Dear Great Ones,
For most of my life I have lived in a house with a yard. I have taken it is a given. Yet, the longer I live here in Hong Kong it is becoming quite clear that the days where I am home in a private detached house with yard is a thing of the past. Here in HK to have 700 sq feet of living space in an apartment complex is a privilege and you are fortunate indeed to be able to afford that "much," space. I have gotten used to this since going out in HK is a norm. There is plenty of things to see and do, so staying at home is not done often.
Yet at times, especially after visiting family and friends in Old Germany and Young Canada, and seeing their backyards I have suffered a tinge of jealousy and sad nostalgic yearnings. Well a few months ago I moved up in my village house from the ground floor to the top floor. Not only do I get my usual 700 sq ft living space, but a balcony and the "rooftop." Having access to an outdoor space again is pretty sweet. Really I consider my rooftop more of a patio than a backyard and I consider the country park and its jungle nearby as the "backyard." Celia and I have had a few guests visit our rooftop already and it is becoming a great place to enjoy good food, good drink, good company, good conversation, good views, and good air. I know compared to all the great patios and yards out there my rooftop is not remarkable, but I will take it and I am grateful.
View of Kwai Chung, a part of Kowloon.
My old furniture is now on the rooftop.
The view from one side of the roof top. Jungle.
Chillin at night with some wine.
For most of my life I have lived in a house with a yard. I have taken it is a given. Yet, the longer I live here in Hong Kong it is becoming quite clear that the days where I am home in a private detached house with yard is a thing of the past. Here in HK to have 700 sq feet of living space in an apartment complex is a privilege and you are fortunate indeed to be able to afford that "much," space. I have gotten used to this since going out in HK is a norm. There is plenty of things to see and do, so staying at home is not done often.
Yet at times, especially after visiting family and friends in Old Germany and Young Canada, and seeing their backyards I have suffered a tinge of jealousy and sad nostalgic yearnings. Well a few months ago I moved up in my village house from the ground floor to the top floor. Not only do I get my usual 700 sq ft living space, but a balcony and the "rooftop." Having access to an outdoor space again is pretty sweet. Really I consider my rooftop more of a patio than a backyard and I consider the country park and its jungle nearby as the "backyard." Celia and I have had a few guests visit our rooftop already and it is becoming a great place to enjoy good food, good drink, good company, good conversation, good views, and good air. I know compared to all the great patios and yards out there my rooftop is not remarkable, but I will take it and I am grateful.
Entrance to the rooftop.
A view of a neighbour. My village house is very similar.
You can talk to your fellow neighbours via the roof tops.
Have a great week.
Love adios and ping on!
Dirk
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