Five years ago, I would have packed up and left immediately upon being offered a job as an editor in a publishing company in Hong Kong. I would have gone without a care or thought, excited by the possibilities that lay head. But today, I choose to reject the offer because at 29 (OK, just indulge me while I can still say I’m 29 for a couple more days - it also means I have to change the 'About Me' blurp on the right) I’m feeling lazy about having to rebuild a life and dreading the thought of living like a student should I relocate to Hong Kong on local package terms.
As much as I love Hong Kong, I think it’s very different when you work and live there. I would have to live in a pigeon hole with the amount I can afford for rent on the far-from-spectacular pay. I’ll end up complaining that I have no money to do anything after paying for rent, utilities, food and transport. No money to socialize and meet people. In which case, I’ll then end up moaning about feeling lonely. After London, I just don’t feel very adventurous when it comes to relocating on my own. I figured I’m just spoilt – I like the creature comforts of home.
I had applied for the job on a bit of a whim and, you could say, desperation. I had a phone interview and had to take an editorial test which was emailed back to the company. At the back of my mind, I think I always knew I probably wouldn’t go even if offered because I had told myself that I wouldn’t relocate again unless if it were with a partner. I had written the same thing several weeks ago to a few people I hadn’t contacted in a long time. But I went through the process because I wanted to see how far I could go. And hey, it doesn’t hurt to open a few doors for one’s self.
So after telling myself all that, it was rather stupid to even think about Hong Kong. Still, it was worth a thought nonetheless. Ha.
Posted by DSD at November 6, 2008 3:45 PM