I still feel some discomfort in my biracial identity. There is this feeling of simultaneously belonging to two groups, but also belonging nowhere and to no one. I am an outcast, and in some ways, I have come to terms with that.
As I watch the seasons change and leaves fall gently to the ground, I can't help but think about this new season of my life--similar to the change the trees are undergoing around me.
Before, I was trying to navigate Australian culture. Now, I am trying to navigate American culture through a lens (or "worldview") that is slightly changed.
God knew what my heart needed, and has shown His provision in this place I've called home.
It is sometimes overwhelming how much love I have in the 2 months I've known them. I can't imagine my life without them now.
My ethnic background is crucial to who I've become as a young woman. More-so than I could have ever imagined.