Destruction to Construction

So the house that I grew up in is finally on it's going through destruction, and on it's way to construction. 85% of the interior will look completely different because the floors, walls, appliances are all stripped bare. There will be one new bedroom, two new bathrooms, and one new family room. I don't think it'll be recognizable anymore.

For some reason, I'm no longer attached to this house, and have no feeling about the reconfiguration and addition, other than sadness that it is costing so much to rebuild. Much of it has to do with the fact that I've been more than ready to grow out of that part of my life. I'm ready to move forward. At the end of the day, I hope it's going to worthwhile.

Hacienda Heights Generation Gap

Growing up in an heavily Asian American populated city Hacienda Heights, it's easy to forget that a generation gap exists between the first and second generations in the U.S.. My whole life, I've played it fairly safe, and it's made it easy for my parents to generally be satisfied with most of the decisions in my life. However, as of late, I realize that although at age 30, my parents still feel a need to control many aspects of my future. One important one would be a future husband. Now though I respect their values and opinions, I've also come to realize that no matter what, I still have to stick with what I think is best for myself. I think at the end of it, as long as I know what I want and what makes me happy, they will follow and see that that's the most important factor involved. I truly believe that I have to make my own destiny and that I will be strong enough to face whatever may come.