Finding Love In HK
I am learning to love again, in my newly chosen home. Today, Valentine’s Day, the men are raking their brains for fresh ideas to show their appreciation. Yet on this day I want to celebrate other kinds of love.
They say everything happens for a reason; I think this is true. Cleo has entered my life at exactly the point that I am ready to learn to love again. She is of course my four-legged friend, who is happy to see me when I come through the door and follows me from room to room. I have put a blanket on the floor and we go to bed together. When I wake she rolls onto her back with paws up and wags her tail like mad.
We go out for walks. When off the lead she runs ahead like an excited kid but always stops to look for me and run back. I leave her lead in the same spot and she always runs there to remind me to pick it up before leaving.
As she is very smart I have devised games to play such as hide and seek. She finds me in record time due to her excellent sense of smell. We have now moved on to playing football and she is probably the world’s best canine defender and she does a superb header. David Beckham eat your heart out. Though she doesn’t ‘talk’ as such, we communicate just fine. She lets me know when she needs her walk and protests at the lack of attention when I’ve been on the laptop too long. She’s a keeper.
Then there is love from the human variety, friends old and new. Some parents have been incredibly kind to me, knowing I am on my own in Hong Kong. One grandmother gave me presents for Christmas and recently for Chinese New Year and even a red packet for ‘starting work’! And I only teach her grand-daughter one and a half hours a week. Another has come back from a family holiday during the New Year period and gave me a box of chocolates from Australia. How very ,very thoughtful and I have only started teaching his son.
Then there are old friends looking out for me, reminding me to get past the hurt and anger and regrets and move on. One friend that I have known for 30 years told me that he would listen to me for as long as it takes. Nobody has ever said that to me. He has recommended a personal development course which he has benefitted from and I have decided to go for it. Even more touching is he has offered to fork out the fees which is not a small sum. He just wants me to be able to get on with my life and be happy.
Looking out for me like a big brother. He cares that I am still hurting and stuck, even after six years and that my financial situation is very dodgy. I am touched beyond words. You see, the males in my family haven’t been the best role models and then the ex … I don’t hate men, in fact I really enjoy their company but I have learnt to be wary and to put my defences up. I don’t really trust them, if I am totally honest. Once burnt twice shy. He is the same guy that has introduced me to a friend for the complete makeover, befitting a finger on the pulse professional in the Pearl of the Orient.
On this Valentine’s Day 2014 I will not be receiving any card, flowers nor be wined and dined. But that’s ok. I have a cosy and homely roof over my head, food on the table, work that I enjoy, friends who care and the occasional treat such as seeing ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ last night.
I am blessed. What more can a gal want?