I’ve been thinking lately about how every social media channel demands a different self, as if each platform is its own small world. What I’d put on Twitter might be all wrong for Instagram; what I craft on Instagram feels out of place on Facebook. It reminds me of a shifting Overton Window. Maybe we’re all just framing ourselves according to each platform’s rules, or they are incongruent to each other..
But there’s also a delicate kind of intimacy in our connection, the way we talk as if we already know each other’s tastes, humor, and quiet insecurities. Perhaps it’s thanks to V, or because we exchange messages in Vietnamese. Wittgenstein once wrote that language is a game, and we learn its rules by belonging to a certain family—or tribe. Speaking Vietnamese puts me in that family, but not speaking it enough, or well, makes me feel like the game is slipping away from me. Seven years in Canada can dull the mother tongue and, with it, some piece of my own identity.
My mother once said being Vietnamese lives in how we care for others. I didn’t understand then. Now I watch you both, how you’ve built this life in the foreign cold, how you opened your door without question when I needed somewhere to go. Sometimes I catch myself thinking in English first, having to translate back to Vietnamese. It’s a betrayal so small you could miss it, like a hairline crack in a family photograph. But when we’re together, eating, talking about nothing important, I forget to notice which language I’m using. Maybe that’s what home is - the place where you stop counting your words.
I’m happy you two found each other and that you’re building a beautiful life here. Your companionship offers hope for the season, a small refuge from the noise of other people’s expectations—of what we should post, how we should act, which language we should speak. I wish you peace and comfort for the holidays, and I’m already excited for what 2025 holds. In moments like this, I realize that no matter how many identities we juggle, there’s always one rooted in where we began. And thanks to you, I can still play that language game—and play it well.