dreaming of my ancestral home

visiting family graves scattered across farm lands in North Vietnam
1999 trip to Vietnam. my family praying at family graves scattered across what used to be our land.

it wasn’t until i was 24 when i began starting questions about my family’s heritage. as i recently finished Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai’s The Mountains Sing, i once again asked my parents, my aunt and my grandmother about our story. this time, i even dared to dream of my ancestral home.

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a new place to share my thoughts. Though this will primarily serve as a portfolio website, I am planning on using the blog functions of wordpress every now and then. Probably not very smart to share my thoughts out on the internet on a website that’s supposed to give me some kind of credentials in academia but here I am – I do always like to put myself out there …

(there is no real reason for the logo currently to be a cabbage roll. simply thought it looked cute)