My Asian-American Experience Living in Asia and Europe
Those who know me know I have a big mouth, and have no problem sharing my personal story. But when I was asked to share about my Asian-American identity at work for Asian American Pacific Islander (AAPI) Heritage Month in May, I admit I was a bit nervous. I’ve never really given it much thought because I’ve dealt with race (I assume) similarly to most Asian Americans: sweep it under the rug and, quite frankly, dismiss it in hopes of just fitting in. Somehow speaking out about racial inequity would bring unwanted attention and make me sound ungrateful for all the opportunities America has given my family and me.
But I happily volunteered to share my experience as an Asian-American living in Asia, and now Europe. This is my every-evolving story:
Who am I?
I am a 2.5 generation American. There is no one who cheers for our US athletes at the Olympics louder than I do, or who dresses in more American flag attire at July 4th parties. My paternal great-grandfather moved to Winnemucca, Nevada, around 1900, and my mom immigrated to Sacramento from Hong Kong when she was 5. I had never been to China until I moved to Asia in 2018.
Two months after living in Singapore, I was able to visit the Motherland for the first time for our Shanghai work offsite. In some cruel joke (I promise…
