In March I traveled to Hong Kong with my youngest and my father. It was a trip taken to connect generations, a trip I have looked forward to my entire life. It was fascinating to find that this place, so strikingly different than the homeland I have lived in, could feel so familiar. It may have been from the years I have dreamed of visiting the city where my father grew up, or the countless videos, photographs and memories I have seen and heard of over the years. But I like to think that it’s because this city is in my blood. It was like coming home, learning a bit of who I am.