Last week a new team member moved into my office for a co-op work term. As an "senior" member of the team, in his perspective of course, and a good office-mate, I tried to answer his questions in the best way I can. So, we talked and we came across my home town. I was telling him how small and how crowded the city was when I grew up and how many casinos there are in these days. I don't know how the city is actually like now, haven't been back for 4 years. All that I know is the change is dramatic. But to gave him a better idea, I showed him some pictures from google. After he went back to his work, I came across this
map of Macau, probably made between 2006 and 2007. I looked at it. Slowly I found myself trying to make out the outline of the city in the 90's from all these unfamiliar names: Wyn, MGM, Sai Van Bridge, just to name a few. My brain started re-winding to the days when 澳門大會堂 was the theatre for movies and KFC was not opened yet. At that time, bubble tea was just introduced to the town. The pork chop burger in Taipa was just known to the Hong-ers. Once a while, we might go biking on the island, or take the bus to Baia de Hac Sa, the black-sand beach, for barbecue. It was pack in the summer weekends. I walked under the pine trees bear feet with a bottle water in one hand. The pine trees there were slim and had alot less leaves and branhes than the ones in North America. The pine cones were tiny and they were pinching my feet. I felt a warm breeze just blew through my sweaty succor jersey. The smell of the ocean was humid and salty. Then, I was back to room 266 in my Keating Cross Road office.
For a second, I missed my home, the old Macau I grew up in.
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