IT is not how long I have been here, but how much I am accepted before I can call the place home. Living in a white-dominated country as an Asian can be a challenge, irrespective of duration. Racist incidents big and small can occur frequently, unpredictably. A passer-by might put up their middle finger at you; a stranger in a grocery store might blurt out racial slurs and jokes against you; people behind you might mock you by mimicking you speaking an Asian language with your Asian friends.
Sometimes, I question my existence, as much as I worry about my next days. I have, at times, wished I could become white. I hope to walk down the street in a “foreign” country as I do in an Asian country.