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do you ever feel like you don’t belong here or there

you want there, but you know you’ll never be able to live there

and here is home but you miss there sometimes

and not everyone here can understand this feeling

/immigrating when young problems

where’s home

Where’s home? Home is where the heart is, I guess. That’s what I’ve heard, anyway. And if home is where the heart is, I guess my home is, bullet point: with my family, bullet point: with my boyfriend, bullet point: with my friends, bullet point: working alongside people in some way that betters some thing for them, making things better, making people smile, helping in some way, all that,

and

bullet point: undefined

undefinable

Part of my home, a piece of my heart can’t be explained because I don’t know how. Because, it’s home in a physical location. Where is home? Is it Southern California? or is it Southern India? When my heart longs for home, where is it calling for? What do I do if I don’t know?

Is it both? And then, how much of each and

how

do I fix this longing

and it

hurts

I love here. It’s wonderful and sunny and cloudy and the weather is a jerk and 70 and overcast is too cold for me and the people I love are relatively close by me. But there, there, there. That’s where I was born. That’s where most of my family is. But I can’t even communicate with most of them. And I don’t really want to live there. And then I feel like a traitor and that I’ve broken something and done something wrong wrong wrong and that I’m denying my birth place. But, please! I just want it to understand that I’m not giving it up and that I hurt for it the same as I love here.

and did you know

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What is a 1.5? Where an immigrant generation fits in

baritonepats:

of-praxis:

The experience of 1.5 generation immigrants, a term used to describe people who arrived in the U.S. as children and adolescents, is a unique one. Unlike their first-generation parents or U.S.-born siblings, their identity is split. They are American in many ways, sometimes in most, but not entirely.

Depending on how old 1.5s are upon arrival, where they grow up, which ethnic group they belong to and a host of other factors, their American/immigrant identities vary wildly, as do the roles they play within immigrant diasporas. They can play bridge-builder and cultural interpreter, helping parents and grandparents navigate their new home. Or they can feel like outcasts, neither here nor there. Then there are complicating factors like legal status, with some undocumented 1.5s growing up side by side with U.S. citizen siblings and peers.

I’ll read this later but hooray for 1.5’s!

I need to read this