I have a soft spot for old doors. Not in a “let’s replace the hinges and modernise everything” way, but in a stop mid-stride, forget why I’m there, stare for far too long kind of way. Old doors have already lived full lives. They don’t announce themselves. They don’t need to. They’ve been opened in a rush, shut in frustration, leaned against during difficult conversations, and quietly closed at…

I chose that picture as the first one to post as it is exactly the reason I am creating this blog:

a new place - I have never been before (Guangzhou, China)

discovering the roots of my wife and her story

a place rich with history