I got lucky. Lucky in the sense where I was able to grow up Asian American without having a clear division between my “Asian” and “American” sides. My parents wanted me to understand, speak, and listen to the languages they grew up with, and Asian culture, food, and traditions were integrated into my everyday life. I didn’t realize how lucky I was and that my experience was not normal for many Asian Americans. Many are isolated and shunned and forced to reject or at least hide their Asianess. I broke out of my Asian bubble when I came to college and noticed that Asians were a minority scattered around the town. I found a community of people with shared backgrounds, but I still feel homesick sometimes for the city-wide cultural celebrations and opportunities to speak my languages that I grew up with. While I may feel lost sometimes, I realize that I have the power and strength to celebrate my culture and embrace my identity despite the scene around me. I want to empower others to feel this pride.