It has now been two years since I have been immersed in the safe, enclosed, gratifying, and limitless neighborhood of Brunswick Maine. There, I went to college, a place that pushed my capabilities in every way, yet also suppressed my openness to what the world could offer. At college, I was protected by the Bowdoin bubble, a realization of bliss and negligence towards adulthood. I am thankful for the meals, knowledge, and close proximity to friends, that were so easily given to me while at school. Perhaps such a paradise is necessary to then realize the lack of structure that is thrust towards you once you exit the college grounds.…

I recently watched a documentary on Netflix called “World’s Busiest Cities” and I was pleasantly surprised that the first episode was about Hong Kong, my home. One segment of the documentary that resonated with me was about domestic helpers. Growing up, my family, and many families in Hong Kong had a domestic helper. Most of them are from the Phillipines, Indonesia, or more or less poverty ridden countries that allow their citizens to come to Hong Kong to work domestically. Domestic helpers live with the family they work for to do house work, take care of children, among other things. Having a domestic helper is not for the privileged in…