heydays with hanna

Hello old friend, we meet again. I carry a lot of fond memories with you.

The last time I stepped foot in your land, I was a clueless seventeen-year-old girl who was so ecstatic of the idea of going out of the country without my parents. The first time I saw you, you were still in the process of blooming towards being contemporized, tower cranes and patches of reclamation was still in the works. The first time I walked in your paved stones, all I had in mind was to shop and make the most out of my time with my friends and the temporary semi-independence we all enjoyed.

When I was a child, I would often wonder if cities ever sleep. I worried about how cities could one day decide to stop because they got too tired to operate. Every time I was at the backseat of the car while our family drove home from a trip, I would often get fascinated with the lights and how beautiful the city looked from the perspective of the moon and the aid of different glowing lights and signs.