I’m personally both excited and scared of this specific book conversation. There was a lot I found while reading it, and a lot I’m finding now.
As I go through this never-ending journey, writing and growing through it all, I feel I’m learning more about being human than being an immigrant.
It’s moments like these that make me proud of being a writer, I get to see where I was and see how far I’ve come.
Yesterday night, I was reading some of my essays to a crowd and they all in one form or another alluded to the realities of immigration.
I sometimes feel it’s my calling to share these deeply personal experiences. I also sometimes worry if I spend too much time inside me rather than building community around it.
Or maybe I’m just doing that thing where I doubt myself unnecessarily 😅
I’m grateful for people like you Trisha. I always will be.
This process can be a powerful way to find or lose oneself. And my current theory is that without community, it’s nearly impossible to survive.
Thank you for providing a community that silently elevates and supports people who find themselves in spaces they need to grow into.
I look forward to this chat 😁