cultural baggage
i love that term. baggage. haha. because you traveled somewhere new and still have it with you. even if you got a one way ticket! i’m at a point in my life where i’m trying to reconcile my bangali-ness. it’s not easy for someone who’s spent a whole lotta years really disliking the clique-y classist bangali baggage that so many immigrants bring over the two ponds and 3 continents with them (we usually fly westward). i still have looots of criticisms of the whole thing, but at least i’ve finally recognized that i *should* try to find the good in it. but considering my nature, of always wanting to change things up, i just can’t see myself going back and re-packing the luggage. i don’t think i’m going back, mentally, ever. because, well, i was never there. and i’m not one to hold onto other people’s baggage.
hijabihoodlum
July 5th, 2008 at 9:32 pm
==and i’m not one to hold onto other people’s baggage. ==
No need to, unless you’re a skycap! Seriously, though, you’ll have *plenty* of your own baggage. We all do. And yours is different than the baggage that the generation after you will have. We’ve each got our own unique baggage to lug around, with some similarities, but others’ is sometimes more unique, sometimes less.
July 5th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
ah, yes. i was thinking about my own baggage, actually. neglected to include it in the post, but i figured this blog probably sums it up, in no short way. :P