3 years now

picture of Auckland CBD sillouhetted against the sunset

 

Back there, the dishes routine was Scrape->Soap->Rinse->Dry. Here its is Scrape->Rinse->Soap->Dry. 3 years now, and I don’t get it.

Does every person need their (possible) racial identity as a descriptor? It is not “The silly woman cut me off”, it is “The silly Pacific woman cut me off”. It is not “The nice man gave me these”, it is “The nice Asian man gave me these”. 3 years now, and I don’t get it.

Why isn’t there more than one toilet in a multi-bedroom house? Why does being called ‘bro’ mean you are a brown person…or at least an honorary brown person? Why aren’t shops open longer? 3 years now, and I don’t get it.

Love this place though. Love. And most days, it loves right back. Thank you Auckland Tāmaki Makaurau. Thank you for being home.

 

3 responses to “3 years now”

  1. Donald

    The other day I was ordering a takeaway with a colleague at the Hungry Wok. I asked for my order and moved along the counter closer to the till. The “nice Asian” behind the counter checked my order with my colleague is “Chili Beef was it?” thinking it was me.

    To which I answered “I know…we all look alike”.

    She began to laugh out loud but nodding yes you do and all three had a good laugh.

    Always looking for the mix and loving life too.

  2. Renee

    hey bro, that bakthak fellow was really nice to that dkhar woman who was nagging. all these years, and i still don’t get it either. and i can tell a naga from a tibetan from a mizo from a meitei from a nyishi from a lepcha from on and on by the way they dress and their body language too. all these years, and all i know is, part of me profiles according to my own perceived stereotypes. and i love this post, and only in part because it speaks to me about things that make me uncomfortable about myself :)

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