My creative, super smart (which she’d never admit), floral designer/jewelry maker/wedding planner friend from high school wrote up this blog entry that I really liked about her experience as a Chinese-American marrying into a non-Asian family.

She writes:

One of the most interesting results of the union between the mister and I, is our integration into each other’s families. We are fortunate that even though it took a bit of warming up from both sides at the beginning, we do get along with each others’ supporting casts rather well.

We’re both sort of a novelty to the other’s circles, with neither of our families having members outside our own race. For him, the challenge lied in getting used to the food and all the fingers pointing at him amongst the Chinese conversation. He got lucky, however, since his quick pick up of the game maj-jong won over just about everyone in a snap.

I thought in the beginning that it would be easy for me to fit in with his crowd, since I grew up with friends covering the entire rainbow. Turns out, however, that while I have always embraced and adjusted easily to different environments, the diverse environment had always embraced and adjusted in return. Oh how I missed what I didn’t even realize I had, until it was gone…

Read the rest of it here…