The inheritance of pressure carried by first-generation Americans is often underestimated as we navigate, almost seamlessly, between home and societal ecosystems.
The expectation is to blend in while maintaining a thread that ties us to our cultures of origin.
The fine print is that we never fully belong to one or the other, often straddling the threshold for as long as it will hold us.
The very things we are celebrated for… living out the dreams of our predecessors, become the same things we are criticized for, making belonging and acceptance difficult.
Do we simply belong in this space?
Is accepting that an act of accepting ourselves?
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