Heritage

  • The early morning air was thick with fog, and a hint of restlessness. The Guam International Airport was crowded with travelers wishing their loved ones a “farewell and safe journey”. I made my way through the sea of restless people as my dad and grandmother followed close behind me. Soon after, I...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  • I would go insane if I lived in a place like this. The dirt, rocks, and sagebrush look the same mile after mile, in contrast with the snowy Sierra Nevada Mountains looming in the background of the desolate Owens Valley. My mom steers the motorhome from Highway 395 onto a dirt road. We pass an...

  • My grandparents live in dusty, old photo albums. Like dreams I’ve never had, I see pictures of my grandmother holding my infant form and my grandfather sitting quietly on the sofa, holding his cane out in front of him. Amidst the blood rushing in my head and the drone of the plane on our 17-hour...

  • As we stood in the mucky, sweltering heat of the Philippines, I prayed that the bus taking us to our destination would come sooner—along with the relief of its cold, refreshing air from the strong air-conditioning, of course. Why did my family decide to visit this equatorial country in the peak of...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  •               You are not supposed to break into a Mosque from a second story window – especially not in Iran. I scamper across the hand-woven carpets, soft beneath my dust covered bare feet, which disguise the concrete just beneath. Glimpses of the blue patterned walls are caught in my periphery...

  • Hard work transgresses struggle. Junior year I had the wonderful opportunity to visit Panama and my distant family. Despite their daily struggles and apparent poverty, Panamanians are said to be the happiest people in the world. I was told this rumor before I went, and during my stay I witnessed...

  • There is a special place in my heart for the origin of my heritage. That place is called Puerto Rico. It was the most dazzling, gorgeous, and love-filled place I’ve ever had the opportunity to visit.  Not only has it given me an extremely tranquil presence in my soul; but it also has given the most...

  • As I exited the airport in Carolina, I inhaled deeply—the air was crisp and refreshing, just as I had imagined it to be. I looked around and was in awe at everything I saw; I could see the sandy beaches in the distance, the dazzling blue sky, and some palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze. I was...

  • I went to Japan and Taiwan with my mom, my step dad, my grandma, sister, uncle, aunt, and two cousins. My sister and I were both born with developmental disabilities but we have been traveling with our family since we were in baby slings, backpacks, strollers and now wheelchairs. When we travel, we...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  • We walk, wearing our shoes branded with names that do not belong in this field of debris and misplaced belongings. “This was our home,” my mother explains to me with glossy eyes. As we walk on the dirt-covered path, we are met with long stares and whispers. Our clothes, faces, and hair, give it...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage

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