When the plane in Minneapolis took off, I was hit with a lot of emotion – happiness, excitement, nervousness, reprieve, and even sadness. I was happy because an adventure had just begun, but I also suddenly felt sad because the realization kicked in that I was finally returning to the country of my birth. I thought to myself, “I am going back and my birthparents don’t even know.” They don’t know I will be in Beijing, learning Mandarin and Chinese culture. They don’t know the work I’ve put into this moment. They don’t know any of my fears or aspirations. They know nothing about me, and I know nothing about them. Continue reading
For a class project, I created a Chinese blog on weibo http://www.weibo.com/p/1001603738125783453499
It’s a great feeling to be able to express some of my thoughts in Chinese, even if it’s at an elementary level. I am also happy to share my adoption story with my Chinese teachers and peers, since they often do not know about international adoptees.
After seeing a play two years ago about the Korean adoptee finding her birth mom, I decided I want to search for my birthparents. The problem is that I don’t know where to begin, and I am scared of what may happen. I have researched adoptees’ experiences growing up after they’ve been adopted, and I have visited China as a study abroad student, but I am inexperienced when it comes to searching for international birthparents.
A moment ago, I briefly looked on the internet for how to start searching, and I was instantly overwhelmed from just the first couple links. Where to start? Who to contact? How much money? Is it safe? How long will the process take? What documents do I need? What if I come up with nothing? Continue reading
There was quite a lot of sightseeing this week, including a traditional opera, Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, and the Summer Palace. Continue reading
Many of the students visited an art district in Beijing, but there were mixed reviews of the place. Later, we had the midterm before heading off for a weekend trip in An’yang! Continue reading
On the bus ride to the Great Wall, I almost lost my composure because I started thinking about my adoption. I thought to myself, why am I doing this intensive language program? What benefit does this have for me? These thoughts triggered my hopes into thinking that I’ll definitely be glad to have learned Mandarin so I can talk to my birthparents. But, of course, I don’t know if that’s even a possibility. I don’t even know where and how to start searching for them. Also, my birthparents may not even know how to speak Mandarin, if I am able to meet them. Continue reading
I’ve been so busy with homework, but I’ve fortunately been able to see an acrobatics show, visit the Beijing Zoo, and hike along the Great Wall. Continue reading