I pride myself on knowing a lot about my native culture and language, but after spending only two weeks in Vietnam, I realize that I’m not nearly as well versed as I thought. There is a lot about the Vietnamese culture that I want to know more about and preserve in myself and future generations, but I’m starting to understand how difficult that can be given that I’ve been raised in America.
It is entirely impossible to preserve everything, but I’m making an effort to compromise the two cultures as much as possible because I think there are very beautiful aspects to both. I should consider myself lucky for understanding both to the extend that I do. Sometimes, it feels like I’ve lost my identity in foreign place, but that’s really only here in Vietnam.

