When you become disillusioned from your bicultural identity, how do you find your way back?
I’ve decided to embark on a written and physical journey of discovery. And I want to share it with you. Biculturalism is such a common facet of our society here in Australia. So many of us have immigrant parents, grandparents, or are immigrants ourselves. We share the fact that we’re known by our documentation, our citizenship, our pride and our lifestyles as Australians. Yet we’re also known by the expansive history and heritage we share – whether that be Indian, Chinese, Middle Eastern, African. The list goes on.
I am Australian, but I have the green, white and orange blood of India running through my veins.
It’s a challenge not being able to identify with either culture when you’re bicultural. I know it’s a blessing for me to assimilate into a connected, chill and wonderfully inclusive and diverse cultural environment as an Australian. But I also know, firsthand, the satisfaction of being able to immerse yourself into a totally new cultural environment, owing to my Indian heritage.
This is my bicultural diary, as I explore the facets of the cultures that make me who I am. I want to use my blog, my baby, and the place for my voice to be heard, to share my experience of understanding my cultural identity. It won’t be all sweet and happy. It will be gritty and rough, because when you don’t know how you fit into your nationality or your heritage, the ride is a little rough. But I’m excited to figure it out. I’m excited to learn more about my heritage, my nationality and how two cultures work so well together to create who I am.
I’m just an 18 year old Australian girl with an Indian heritage, trying to understand how these two explosive cultures and identities intertwine to make me who I am.