As a Canadian, people always ask what I miss the most as a Hong Kong resident.
Some even offer to bring me stuff when they visit the Great White North, items I can't find in the Big Lychee. But the thing I miss the most is the one thing people can't bring back, and neither can I.
Room to move.
Room to breathe.
During this trip to Canada and the United States the one glaring difference I've observed is the obscene amount of space people have. It would be wonderful if we had more room to spread out, but the only way, short of working for a company that pays our housing (not going to happen) is to have an entire village house to ourselves; not including the roof we'd have 2100 square feet to play with, plenty for just two people.
It would even give us enough space to have a guest bedroom for visitors, which is impossible for us at the moment. If we want to put up family or friends now we'd have to buy a sofa bed (and some memory foam to make it halfway comfortable). But that's just for two; kids would be tricky to accommodate.
So now that we've been reintroduced to the pleasures of elbowroom, we're thinking about how we can get some of it back. To have a proper house again would be just short of Nirvana; we could have a king-sized bed, a place for the washing machine, and even an oven. We could have a true kitchen with an island, instead of one that resembles a small walk-in closet.
I could stop missing space and start missing other things.