My other home. The Philippine American Culture Center of Michigan (PACCM)

Preparation...
Preparation…

 

It’s been over a month since I’ve seen most of my fellow Filipinos or kababayan in the states who had supported me in my trip.  Today begins the first day of Paaralang Pilipino or Filipino school at the Philippine American Culture Center of Michigan (PACCM).

This year also marks the 4th year that I’ve been a facilitator and mentor for the Paaralang Pilipino school classes.  Those are the Beginners Tagalog and the Filipino Youth Initiative class for the thirteen and older age group.  Prior to teaching I also was once a student in these classes.  I look back at the struggles of identity and searching for where I belonged in the midst of reclaiming and finding home in my community.  For my experience but maybe not for others, there’s an interesting sense of kinship regardless of being adopted and that I’m still seen as a Filipino.  However, during the struggle there were times where involvement and trying to find home, I didn’t always feel like I belonged.

As a student I enjoyed coming here but in my heart I was an outsider.  I stayed persistent but at times I wanted to drop everything, leave the community and stay who I was before.  I thought to myself, if I did that, then I would be waving the white flags and surrendering.  Just giving up on searching and finding out my roots and culture would be the ultimate injustice and wouldn’t have given me the opportunities to have met the most amazing people during this journey who helped keep my head up and supported me and possibly not have any of my questions answered.

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I invite you to join me on the rest of this journey to reach back as I move forward.

–> Visit my Kickstarter campaign at http://kck.st/filipinoadoptee

–> Join our Facebook community at http://www.facebook.com/binitaydocumentary

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Binitay: The innate smells and sounds of nostalgia

Philippine St.
Philippine St.

 

[9 days to go for my Kickstarter Campaign]   This place is most unique, eye-opening, and life changing  things that had happened.  If it were not for meeting Georgiana Rose Tutay, I might not have come across this place or certain events may not have followed because of it.  My first few trips coming here brought back nostalgic memories of both the language of familiarity and tastes of the Philippines.  I could recall the tastes and say I’ve eaten the foods before.  The salty vinegar taste of chicken adobo was so foreign yet so familiar.

The voices were familiar.  I could hear people speak Tagalog and could recognize it.  But, when I just so happened to hear someone speak Cebuano, my island dialect, my body would freeze and it was as if the language with me all along.  I knew it was something familiar but I couldn’t express it.  I could make out a Cebuano dialect among a sea of Tagalog tongues as if they were calling to me.  It just was that innate.  I call it a “ping”, like a tuning fork when it resonates with another that is the same tune.

I felt home.  Yet, I felt alien.

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I invite you to join me on the rest of this journey to reach back as I move forward.

–> Visit my Kickstarter campaign at http://kck.st/filipinoadoptee

–> Join our Facebook community at http://www.facebook.com/binitaydocumentary

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