There’s something really cool about celebrating Australia Day just a few days after the Chinese New Year.
Within a week, I’ve almost been forced to wonder which aspects of my identity is based on my Chinese upbringing or from growing up in an Australian culture.
In fact, the more I think about it, the more I realise that I’m pretty crap at being one or the other.
I speak really bad Chinese, I wear my shoes in the house, I’m iffy about the whole heaty/cooly thing, I haven’t honoured my parents by being a doctor or lawyer, and I can’t order dimsum in dialect.
On the same scale, I’m not too fond of beach sand, I hate getting sunburnt, I don’t drink much beer, I’m not crazy about sport, and I lived with my parents until I was 23.
It all makes me laugh. I guess in the end, I believe I’m a healthy mish-mash of both worlds. And I’m glad I’m living in a place where mish-mash is OK.