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I’m Not Chinese, But I Still Get Offended When People Think I Am
It just reinforces the notion that “All Asians look the same”
I recently moved to a new neighborhood in Brooklyn a few weeks ago and it’s definitely been an adjustment so far.
I lived in my last apartment for five years, so I became very comfortable and familiar with the people and places in my old neighborhood. And of course, leaving a place that you once called home is always a bittersweet feeling, but I was just excited to be somewhere new.
However, like any new thing, it’s a bit uncomfortable and awkward when you’re first getting settled in. It takes time to fully get to know the area and it takes even longer to really get to know your neighbors. And, I know it will be quite a while for this new area to truly feel like home. So, for the past few weeks, I’ve been trying my best to get acquainted.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve done my fair share of exploring the neighborhood — locating the nearest bars, restaurants, grocery stores, etc. And for the most part, I’ve walked around with my husband, which always makes me feel a little better, but this past weekend, I decided to go for a walk by myself.
In only a span of what I would guesstimate to be ten or so blocks, I had two — yes, two —…
