My Physical Community
All my life, I’ve lived in a predominantly white town. When I was growing up, I had a hard time relating to my classmates and barely knew my neighbors. I felt isolated from what my classmates would refer to as our “community”. The image is taken at a park in my neighborhood where I have been running every morning. It is the only thing in my physical community that I will miss when I move away.
My Cultural Community
My parents were both Vietnamese refugees who came to the United States when they were young. Pictured is my ao dai, a traditional Vietnamese dress.
My Chosen Community
My chosen community is who I choose to be around: my friends. They come from different neighborhoods and cultures, but there is no assimilation into our community; they come as they are and are welcomed for who they are. The audio is moments spliced together.
