The last few weeks have been a complete rollercoaster of sorts. I found out that my stepdad had died and that my aunt in Beijing has cancer. This stuff is really hard to write about.
But I guess at the same time I have always come from a place of real privilege. It’s interesting that I always come back to my own privilege; I don’t really know why I do it apart from trying to get away from the sense of entitlement that I was raised with.
I am constantly feeling guilty about this privilege, and trying to do a lot to remedy it. I don’t know when it began that my family accessed this immense privilege, but I could feel it as soon as I was born. It’s about having those connections since birth.