Between an Old Life and the Next

For many years I have lived with an anxiety that many of the things I long to do may after all be a pipe dream. A postgrad degree, an art job, and better still, a full-time freelancer. I am not one who readily jumps at new things, but somehow I have come thousands of miles from west Kowloon and Island west of my hometown to the northwestern city of Manchester. It is now a little past my first month. I feel like I have made not a few endeavours, though not necessarily progress. In 2020 I wrote an <a href="https://lesleycheung.medium.com/5-things-that-keep-my-mind-busy-in-latter-2020-5a657b2ba62e" rel="noopener">article</a>, not as much to describe a restless life in lockdown as to make sense of the chaos that had befallen. At times like these I guess I could use some writing again, to capture some impressions of settling down to new life, and remind my future self how I got through the first few months of arrival. <a href="https://lesleycheung.medium.com/between-an-old-life-and-the-next-70d55889eb49">Click Here</a>