So it’s been confirmed then. It does seem that Hong Kong is go go go. Despite my initial reservations about visas and so on it would appear that I have a good case to be granted leave to work for at least two years and thankfully my criminal record doesn’t come into it – all they care about is how much money I have and what I’m likely to earn. Gotta love Asia. Also, they need to know why the new company needs to get in a chav rather than use the local talent. That’s easy too – my field is niche in the UK so its double specialist in Asia. It’s all looking rosy in the garden. We have packed a lot of our belongings already and my interest is now waning in my present company, I mean it’s going to be closed down soon plus we cannot take anymore new work on so we have to wrap up the existing stuff, the bitty stuff near the end of any project.
I sometimes wonder if I am in denial about leaving England and more specifically London. One thing that symbolises my dislike of London right now was the news this week that the historic Bow Street Magistrates Court has closed. Why? Well it’s so it can be turned into a boutique hotel of course. Despite it still serving a purpose and being historically and architecturally important and a vital piece of the local community and economy The Man did decide to flog it for a quick buck. I couldn’t see the French or Spanish selling their prized historic buildings but then again they have pride in their cities where as London is looking like some nightmarish vision of a “lifestyle” future. Will I miss the people and culture of London? I don’t think so but how will I know if I don’t go? Maybe I will hate Hong Kong as I’ve never been to the place. It is a gamble. My feeling is that I will love then hate then love my new home. It’s the painful adjustment period I am dreading plus having a boss who may be a cunt as I haven’t met the man. I’ve done the memory lane bit already and been the places I grew up around and I have visited the parts of Essex that mean anything to me. So now it’s all future and time to move on. My new role promises travel and I hope my schedule stops me from feeling home sick. I may miss those boutique hotels after all.