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From: rchou <git@rchou.org>
Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2025 03:05:21 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] post 4

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+#### Home is a Moving Target
+## Sep 18, 2025
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+
+The first thing I notice when I land in Taipei isn’t the humidity, it’s the English.
+The customs officer glances at my U.S. passport, smiles politely, and greets me with a crisp, "hello".
+It’s friendly, but it’s also a signal: foreigner.
+
+Back home in the States, the signals run the other way.
+Strangers will tilt their heads and ask, “Where are you really from?”
+To them, my black hair and last name are proof that I don’t fully belong.
+
+Two countries, two kinds of distance.
+In Taiwan, my Mandarin carries a soft American lilt.
+In America, my face carries a history I can’t shed.
+The result is a strange elasticity of self: I’m stretched across the Pacific, always a little too much and a little not enough.
+
+And yet, in that stretch, there is unexpected abundance.
+
+I love the late night chaos of a Taiwanese night market, the smoky perfume of oyster omelets, the sugar crust on fried sweet potatoes.
+I also love the messy creativity of American diners, where pancakes arrive bigger than the plate and coffee refills never stop.
+My playlists swing from Faye Wong ballads to Kendrick Lamar verses; my shelves hold both pu'er tea leaves and prepackaged mac and cheese.
+These aren’t contradictions. They’re coordinates.
+
+Belonging, I’ve learned, isn’t a single address.
+It’s a moving target, a constellation of tastes, sounds, and memories that shift as I do.
+I may always be a foreigner in Taipei and a hyphenated question mark in California, but I carry the best of both with me, like dual passports of the heart.
+
+Maybe that’s the quiet gift of being Asian American:
+To stand in the middle of two cultures, to love them both fiercely, and to know that home isn’t where people decide you fit.
+Home is everything you refuse to give up.
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         const posts = [
+            { title: "Home is a Moving Target.", date: "Sep 18, 2025", excerpt: "The first thing I notice when I land in Taipei isn’t the humidity, it’s the English.", file: "post4.md" },
             { title: "Hemming", date: "Jul 28, 2025", excerpt: "Everything I create lives on screens", file: "post3.md" },
             { title: "Scars, Sadness, and Soulmates", date: "Jan 26, 2025", excerpt: "Healing isn't a prerequisite for love, being human is.", file: "post2.md" },
             { title: "Meaningful Action", date: "Jan 23, 2025", excerpt: "wow this is barely comprehensible", file: "post1.md" },