[...] for me, there is no neat duality, no cleanly sliced elements of my identity that are in opposition. There is no hollow insecurity about rootlessness because those additional details and stories I've learned are additions to our identity, not loses.

Being aware of inadequacies or seeing your own strangeness through different eyes, gives us a wholeness that allows us to see the world with humour, nuance, and complexity.

I know when to keep quiet; keeping quiet is all part of the displacement and I think of how keeping your head down is a crucial physicality of the immigrant experience.

[...] I can simultaneously cherry-pick my favourite aspects of my culture for anecdotes back home and social media, and keep the private, painful reflective ones for myself. This is what so many second-and-third generation immigrants experience visiting their homeland.