I got used to whiteness for so long that color is so foreign to me

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Dear Utah me,

The other day I was at my local library looking for my name among the holds. And I forgot that I'm not the only Vietnamese person with the last name, (insert super common Vietnamese surname) anymore so it took a while to find my book. It was pretty small, but a significant reminder to myself that I'm surrounded by diversity and a community that actively tries to make itself inclusive to everyone. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere on this speckle of a planet.

It also made me miss my parents because I know they would have loved it here and felt like they also belonged too. In a country, an ocean away from what they have known. Plus, it's nice to see the library (and the state) actively help people get integrated vs people having to give up themselves to assimilate into a country that actively tries to crush people to the ground.

I could almost breathe a sigh of relief, but that will never come because of America. But still, I do appreciate places that do try.

From,

Washington state me

And now the weather:

Nghe Em by Thịnh Suy

~ Stacy N.