anjali gordon personal blog

my story

my first vivid memory of culture shock is when I first traveled to India, I was nine years old. I got off the plane while holding my white skinned father's hand as I made eye contact with a young girl around my age. she was selling things at a stand by herself in the airport. I remember wondering where her parents were, as she looked at me, head to toe, then to my father's skin, rolling her eyes. growing up in a bi-racial home, having two parents that are educators, having the privilege  and opportunity of a childhood filled with travel, and much more-- makes me who I am today. I have been given the ability to understand the world from my many different perspectives. in this blog, I hope to illustrate my cultural experiences through photographs, videos, and the many stories of people of which I cross paths.

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                                                                                                                                                  photo by: carlisle lynch