Like many of my friends, I am a first-generation Asian American.
Unlike most of them, I grew up in a pretty white-washed household even though I had two immigrant parents. Continue reading “Here’s Why Crazy Rich Asians Was The Movie I Didn’t Know I Needed”
That’s the amount of time left before I trade in my beach towel and burritos for spray tans and fist pumps.
Yup, that’s right. I’m moving back east (in case you missed my constant, almost-to-the-point-of-annoying stream of social media posts). After 10 years of bouncing around the country (first to Boston, then San Diego, then San Francisco, then internationally to London, and finally back to San Francisco), I’ll be reconnecting with my roots in the tri-state area. And I’m pretty damn excited, just as I’ve been excited for all my previous moves. Continue reading “Why do people keep telling me I’m running away from something?”