For the time being, I’m ignoring the toys and socks strewn across my living room to sit on my couch and drink tea. 

Sadly, we in the U.S. are not widely recognized as learners, as thoughtful disciples, as understanding people. We are still mostly known for our lack of language learning, our ethnocentricity, and our cultural imperialism, all understandably. But thankfully, we are growing.

Canada deserves better than to be Option B if our own country, careening along on the skateboard of Electoral Politics, face-plants directly into the curb of Oops, Democracy.

I realized that I was still operating on a level of loneliness and confusion about my place and purpose as a biracial Latina in classrooms, at work, in my family, and now in my Asian American InterVarsity chapter. The truth was that I was feeling more displaced than ever.

The first years after college can be some of the hardest to navigate. Here is help for the journey.