Thursday, April 19, 2018

Mooncakes and Lemonade?


As Americans living in Asia, we have known to blend cultures in many ways. In these ways, both cultures (our home and host cultures) can both look at us strangely and wonder what in the world we are doing. Things that give others around us a good chuckle because it looks so insanely out of place.


For example, in Japan there is a wonderful time of year called Golden week. During this week it is the peak of cherry blossom season. Gorgeous trees with pink or white flowers are all over the streets and parks of Japan. The Japanese will pack beautiful picnics and bring them to the park. Their picnics often look something like this:






















Image from here

We decided to join in on the picnicking fun during this time but we did not have the beautiful bento boxes (Japanese "to-go" boxes) our fellow neighbors had worked hard at creating. No, our picnic looked more like this:

































It was a spectacle to say the least. Many locals looked over and had a (very friendly) chuckle at our “picnic” and thought it was quite a hysterical site. A few college students stopped by and asked us several questions, practicing their english with us for a few moments. Yes, there we were, in the middle of Japan, celebrating the local festivities with our American twist to the local tradition.

Another example is where our blog name was created from. In China, during October holiday there are several different festivities but one of my kid’s favorite was to eat mooncakes. Mooncakes are a sweet dense cake/cookie like dessert that looks like this:


 Picture from here

These treats come in all kinds of flavors and varieties from lotus seed to Starbucks coffee flavors. This Chinese dessert seems to be a “love it” or “hate it” type thing with foreigners. Our family enjoys them for the most part. One year we were sitting near the lake of our apartment building and looked around and saw everyone around us eating mooncakes and drinking green tea, the traditional choice of beverage with these treats. I then looked at our kids and had a good laugh with Justin as we watched our kids devouring mooncakes and washing them down with a certain sports drink that kind of sounds like lemonade. Again, a beautiful example of how we now live in this blended culture created by our unique experiences. I didn’t use the said sports drink, due to copyright reasons, but I found lemonade to be a good switch that made the same point.



Our lives have been changed forever from our time overseas. We don’t always fit the cookie cutter mold of Americans and we certainly don’t fit into the Asian world. But through time, we’ve created a beautiful world where our kids love sushi but will eat a hot dog any day. Where they enjoy a great baseball game but are just as happy watching a kung fu session at the park. They are very use to crowds and chaos. They are just as excited about Chinese New Year as they are about Christmas. We use words in Chinese and English, often blending the two together to make a sentence. Because sometimes, the Chinese just say it better. 

But even with all it's ups and downs, I am forever thankful for this cultural blend that has been created due to our experiences both in the USA and in Asia. Our family has been blessed to know glimpses of Asia. And our life has become so much richer because of it. 

And so came our blog, Mooncakes and Lemonade. Because well, we just do things a little different around here. 

Monday, April 16, 2018

An Introduction


Transition. 

It’s a word I am very familiar with. It’s a blend of ups and downs and emotions you don’t know exactly what to do with. Our family has been in the midst of transition for several years now. And if we weren’t in a textbook transition time, we’ve been figuring out other cultures and living a life different from our own.  We’ve spent the last eight years in Japan, China, Hong Kong and the USA. Our children have grown up in Asia, with small glimpses of American life woven into summers of three-day travel, jetlag and family get togethers. And our perspectives about the world have changed rapidly and dramatically with every experience in each culture.


We are currently preparing for our second international move within one calendar year. I’m beginning to feel slightly professional in my “up and move” techniques, but at the same time still feeling like I have no idea what I’m doing. This move is different than our last few moves, however. This move we are headed back to our “home” culture, which we haven’t called home in years. We will be sorting out a new city, where to shop, and how to pay bills…but this time in a place where we look exactly like everyone else. It’s quite overwhelming and deeply exciting all at the same time.



But as this move is different, I have been being nudged by God to share glimpses of our story of transition and life overseas. It’s a reality where parts of us fit into Asia and parts into America, but neither side quite understanding who we are. I have heard God whisper to me in the midst of this beautiful chaos, “share your story.”

And here has been my dialogue with God about this:

“But I can’t think right now, I need to be packing and moving and figuring out life. We still have plane tickets to buy, friends to gather with and places to say goodbye to. It’s really bad timing.”

Share your story.

“But there is no way on earth I could put this on paper for anyone to understand. Let alone help anyone else”

Share your story.

“I just. Can’t. Do it.”

Share your story.

So in the midst of a time that doesn’t make any sense to me, I will share, in the hope that our story will touch others. In the hope that through our words there will be understanding of other cultures and ways of life. In the hope to shed some light on life as a Third Culture Kid. In the hope that someone will say, “I know exactly what you mean.”


So without any more introduction: Our beautiful, broken, life-giving, exciting, heartbreaking, challenging stories of life overseas and transitional ups-and-downs as we transition towards the Land of the Free.