Next month, I’ll arrive in Hong Kong, a city where glass towers rise from mist and harbour light flickers against ancient hills. I want to lose myself in its contrasts: morning dim sum in a quiet tea house, neon nights in Mong Kok, the stillness of a temple courtyard after rain. I want to walk, taste, listen, to feel the pulse of a city that never fully reveals itself, only invites you closer. Beyond sightseeing, I’m going to rediscover a sense of wonder — to see how far the world stretches, and how much of myself still wants to explore it.