Day 13: answering the question “where are you from?”
Nicole Zhu

This morning, while waiting for my Uber in a cul-du-sac in Palo Alto, a neighboring woman stared me down suspiciously, peering out slightly from her garage. At first I wasn’t quite sure what was going on but about 30s later, I realized her accusing stares were that she’d figured I didn’t belong in this white neighborhood. It’s true, I’m staying with my brother while I wait to move back to Oakland, where I feel like I belong, where a lot of cultures belong. I think the notion of belonging is rooted in some supremacist argument of who deserves to be here and not, just saying.