I realised the other day that I missed making coffee. I worry that when I return I would have lost my ability to steam milk, to make latte art, to serve something that I would be proud of despite a rush of coffees at the hotel. I just want to make myself my double shot, flat white with chocolate powder on top.
Trying new coffee shops in Hong Kong is great; I'm catching up with old friends, meeting new people, and generally enjoying the coffee that is being produced over here. But it might be due to recent events, a change of plans, that I find myself also missing Sydney. It's a Catch-22, I miss Hong Kong when I'm in Sydney but I miss Sydney when in Hong Kong. It's like I'll never be satisfied wherever I am. They're both home to me, with people I care about and miss all the same, there's no way I could choose one over the other.
And you're asking me to choose.
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