chinese culture

I remember reading Alice's blog over the summer, about how she wanted to return to China when she graduated.

This post especially hit me hard.

"We [her parents] spent our lives working hard so that we could leave China and struggled in a new country so that we could provide better opportunities for you in America … and now you want to go back to China?”

I can understand their confusion. I call it the immigrant’s dilemma: My parents fear losing what they sacrificed to build, I fear losing what they sacrificed."

My mom just forwarded me an article about Kunming (where my maternal grandmother grew up), and it's all so foreign. What did I lose?

Why am I, I daresay, ashamed of Chinese culture, even when I am most definitely so influenced by it. I guess I only see the brokenness in the culture and not the beauty.

I question what I have lost along the way.