To date, I spent just about half my life in Malaysia and the other half in Australia. It’s interesting though, because sometimes it feels like I have the best of both worlds, and other times it feels like I’m a hybrid of some sort, where you don’t really “belong” to either culture. When I visit Malaysia occasionally, I use a Malaysian passport but I’m buying tourist sim cards. A part of me feels like this is home but I can’t speak the native language (Malay) to save my life, so sadly bargaining is out of the picture!
I’d be lying if I say I have fully settled into the western culture too, in fact I don’t think I will ever do. There will always be a part of me that loves Asian food (okay, maybe all parts of me), loves belting out in Chinese songs in KTVs and live for good value deals. Overtime, I’ve come to realise that it’s not that important to determine which culture you belong to, and one’s self isn’t determined by your culture, but by the values you live by. Relationships are never determined by cultural restrictions, but by the emotional connection between two people.
Like mum always says - take and learn only the good things in the two cultures. Mums know best, right?