I write to you from underneath five suitcases, five carry-ons, two baby seats and that lifetime supply of diapers I told you about in one of my first columns.

Our flight to Hong Kong is going to be 15 hours of pure, 100 per cent unparalleled fun.

Please pray, or burn some incense for the poor soul who has to sit in the seat between my wife and I, or at least let’s hope they bring noise-cancelling headphones.

So why are we moving to Hong Kong? My wife grew up in China, spending more than ten years of her childhood there, and always had a wish to move back East someday. Her parents stayed there, and moved to Hong Kong about a year before we were married.

We actually got engaged on New Year’s Eve in Hong Kong six years ago, so we’re familiar with the city and its culture.

And because babies younger than two years old fly for free, what better time to move than now? Who wants to pay thousands in extra costs for plane tickets when you can fly for free? “Not I,” said the father of twins. It’s going to be difficult enough on the 15-hour flight over there, the least it could be is free. We will miss Bermuda. We both have family here, my parents especially, who have been wonderful in helping to care for our girls Liya and Nuriyya. We will miss our friends and the familiarity, but these are the difficult things you have to weigh up when deciding your future.

And while Bermuda is one of the safest places in the world to raise children, it isn’t the easiest or most family friendly in terms of infrastructure. There are hardly any sidewalks and, though there are beautiful parks and beaches, there are only a few that are widely accessible with strollers and baby bags, etc.

The possibility of our children being bilingual or learning multiple languages is a bonus in this increasingly interconnected world, and living in an advanced and diverse economy is also an added benefit of moving. My wife has a master’s degree in her field, but there just isn’t the type of work in Bermuda where she could get the experience she requires to advance her career.

We travel before another column will be published so I’d like to leave you with this thought. My grandfather, Earlington Seon, died recently.

I wish I could have seen him more often before he passed away.

He lived in Atlanta and it seems I’ve travelled everywhere recently except there. He was a great, humble, kind and loving man. Everybody loved him. I want to live my life in a way that my children’s memories of me are the same as mine of him and my own parents. Leave people with good memories of you. Love is all that really matters.