After finishing Vietnamerica, I rolled around onto my back and plopped myself there for half an hour. Just staring. Ceiling therapy. Cried a little. A lot. Before I get carried away with this one required blog post, I will try to keep it unemotional and non-bias. It’s just quite difficult when you feel like you […]

As a first-generation Vietnamese-American (yep, I identify myself as one!), I was born far from my motherland.. in a city called Santa Clara, which is ~45 minutes from San Francisco. My entire life, I have been surrounded (and suffocated) by other Asians. Apparently, the Bay Area alongside with LA were prominent for Asian immigration in […]