I grew up pretty evenly between New Zealand and North America. So I absorbed much of both.
I did the whole cultural melting pot thing in American high school, and university, but finished my university back in New Zealand.
If I wasn’t longing for one I was longing for the other, my other culture that is.
On my mother’s side was the closeness and affection of whanau, family. On my father’s side was the strength of individuality, which I reveled in too. Often confused when I was young I came to terms with my “biculturalness” one day when I realized I was just me. Continue reading


