Seven years ago, I emigrated from England and headed for the Great White North with nothing but two suitcases, a dream in my heart and a fire in my belly. Tomorrow, I'll return to England exactly as I came. Oh, Canada - thank you for the beautiful experience.
My mother calls me a banana. In her words, I'm white on the inside, but yellow on the outside. She's not wrong. As a Chinese-Canadian, I often call myself the whitest Asian you'll ever meet. While this used to stem from a rejection of my Asian culture, being a banana has become my identity as a child of a Chinese immigrant.