Back from holiday and I can't fell asleep

Just after two hours of sleeping, I woke up and complained about the noisiness of my husband's heavy breathing and the wind blowing into the room from the pipe in the wall. Since then, I tried to use ear plugs. It didn't work because it was so much quieter and unnaturally quiet that my mind pitching all sorts of ideas and projects that I would like to achieve in the following days and weeks. I was patient and conscious enough to persuade myself that it is just jet lag. Stop panicking. In fact David's noses are not really behaving, they blocked his breath quite often, so he has to rely on his breathing through his mouth. That is one of my projects that I would like to schedule in some time this week or next. The trouble is that David sometimes can be very denial and excusable that he would find excuses of postponing it, eventually he expected me to forget about it. Not for this time. I just need to be firmer and more organized with him. Hong Kong is just so so humid that every breath I take is like sieving some water through noses. Sitting in our nice apartment facing fantastic view of the harbor, what would I complain? Life is in fact very good for us, without debts, without children, without annoying relatives (of course nice relatives as well, I couldn't see that as part of good life, without nice relatives and friends). From living with in-laws in Germany for three weeks back to busy and hot life in Hong Kong, there is a gap. I can't tell which part is more realistic than the other. Probably Hong Kong because our work is here. But we have no long term friends or close relatives living close by. Life here appear to be a bit hysterical and detaching from everyone we knew in the past. The detachment, however, creates some looping space for both David and me who seeing us belongs to either Hong Kong, Germany, or inside China. We are living in between, between people, people's life, places. The trouble might be that we will not like to stay at one place for long since everything will gradually appear too clear for you distinguish, therefore it spoils the imagination of living that place. Thoughts have driven me around in this humid Hong Kong air that I would like to deny having memory of. Life in Hong Kong for us will restart in 6 hours or so. The anxiety has already kicked in that we yelled at each other for something tiny. It seems that when reaching certain period time of life, the knowledge of what life should be like and what life is like in reality creates an contradiction in emotion. If the knowledge is not appropriately initiated, it creates emotional chaos and riots. To know or not know of them, that is not a question for consciousness but for unconsciousness. I am getting philosophical, using Graham's comments about me.