I feel like I need to start at the very beginning. But the beginning seems like such a far memory now, I feel overwhelmed at where to even begin.

Its been a while since I have  blogged. My last post was actually something I had written more than a year ago which I had found in my drafts folder. Mostly finished, I added a concluding sentence and then posted it.

But anyway, back to what I was saying.

So here I am in my eighth month of my journey in Hong Kong. So much has happened and life is so different now. I have to admit that relocating to Hong Kong has been alot harder than I had expected. Before I arrived here I had everything planned out, the church, the friends, the job, my life. I found a dance school where I would continue my ballet classes and I even wrote down a list of goals of things I wanted to achieve with things I planned to be involved in. I felt like I had preplanned my life here and all I had to do was step into it. I wanted to hit the floor running and I thought this would be as easy as stepping into a new outfit.

I guess with all things in life we can only be so prepared. Because as much as we can and want to preempt things, life does happens. It moves and unravels in unexpected ways. It twists and turns, till we sometimes find ourselves in places where we never thought we would be, scratching our heads wondering what the heck just happened.

To say my first eight months in Hong Kong was not what I expected is an understatement. It has been a roller coaster. I’ve had this weird sense that I have actually walked myself into the mouth of the lion. That I had gotten myself into alot more than I had bargined for. I’m not saying that that is entirely a bad thing, I am just saying thats just how it feels.

Its a strange experience to uproot yourself from a life you have come to know so well and into an entirely different way of life and culture. Even the spiritual atmosphere is different here. Its an even stranger experience still, to look back on that life, like an outsider looking into a fishbowl. It feels somewhat objective. Like watching a character in a movie and being able to psychoanalyze all the reasons why they did what they did and were the way they were.

This third person perspective has helped me realise alot of things about myself. Its made me think about the way I live my life and why I am the way I am.  Its made me have to face the music about how I am ‘broken‘.  How we are all ‘broken‘ (in whatever that looks like for you) and why we respond to each other in these ‘broken’ ways. That this life in part, is actually realising we have to reckon with the ‘brokeness’ in this world. Its made me realise why I need Jesus so much more. Why we all do.

If this post sounds a bit cryptic, its because it is. There just too much to unravel and unpack right here. One things for sure though, I know I am meant to be here. The invitation was given, the door had been opened, and God has been holding my hand and walking me back to the very beginning of my story. Back to the beginning to where the journey started.

Back into the mouth of the lion.