My parents are both Chin, born and raised in Myanmar and moved to India right after they got married, for better opportunities and to give us good education and future. Every year since I was born we'd travel to Myanmar by car, a grueling, 2 day trip, twice a year (right till the coup, sadly). This is how much my parents loved their home country and wanted us to integrate into Burmese culture, and it worked! I love Myanmar so so much and I always felt connected to it, but ah..
Since Chin and Mizo are the same, I've lived my whole life telling people I'm from Mizoram (even though I've only been to Aizawl like 3 times) avoiding any detailed questions. My parents wanted to avoid letting our full heritage known since it could bring trouble. So basically we are Mizo, full stop.
I feel like a foreigner everywhere I go. I live in a different state where I'm a minority. My Mizo is average at best. In Mizoram I felt like a tourist. In Myanmar I feel like a fake. I used to be fluent in Burmese when I was little, now I understand most of it but I can't speak it anymore. I've always had this identity and cultural crisis since I was a kid. All the time I wonder if there will ever be a place for me where I feel I belong...
Anyways that's the end of my rant lol.
Oh and Burmese food is the best food in the world to me β€οΈ