Not Quite Leaving, yet...

I left Macau by Hydrofoil at night, already checked in for my flight at the port, with still a lot of time to kill at Hong Kong Airport, a fitting metaphor for re-entry in the Western world.

This has been the most exhausting trip I have ever taken; other previous trips might have felt as hard to me at the time, though I am not sure that time alone has just dulled their hardships. It is difficult at this time to gauge what I have learned from my present experience (other than it not being finished, it ain’t over till it’s over; I hope there are no”exciting surprises” around the bend), I hope it will turn out to be somehting upbeat and useful. Thank you all, my friends, for following my trials and tribulations: I wanted to share them, as a way to immaterially be with you, in the world that I call mine, but that in part of the year is just too cold for me. Soon it’ll be spring and I will be back home.

Although this is going to be my last written entry on this blog, I will continue to post the best of the hundreds of pictures I have taken in Macau, though at the time of this writing I am back in New York and while it is officially Spring, it is raining heavily.