And some of the last words I'll say in here -
I didn't wake up one day and say to myself "I think I'm mixed with something!
" It's people outside of myself who kept asking me, "Where are you from?" "What's your heritage?"
And it's not about sharing that to be cute or to think I'm all that. This is a regular experience for me. People try to figure me out sometimes. Someone at my job even admitted she was trying to "make sense" of the way I look by guessing where I was from before we became cool.
After a while, I think it's pretty reasonable that you begin asking yourself the questions that others are asking you.
My quest for answers has been far from perfect (as I am not a genealogist) but it's yielded solid results for me.
It turns out that I happen to actually come from a diverse family background.
I embrace that and own it. And celebrate it.
Labels and numbers and percentages are cool but it's the PEOPLE , my actual family - knowing them now and seeing them. That's what has given me fulfillment and explanations.
Now I feel as if I now can move on.
