I visited my cousins in Denmark back in spring 2013. The person facing the camera is Huan, one of my cousins, a native Dane - born and raised. The other person is one of his close friends, a fellow Vietnamese in Denmark. People always trip when I mention I have family in Denmark and I never understood why. Why Denmark over the United States? Of all places, why Denmark? I never knew where that notion of surprise was coming from. It makes me think about a few things. Would it still be a surprise if I mentioned I have family is Texas? Virginia? Australia or Vietnam? Is it a surprise that these other states/countries have minorities living in them? Or is it a surprise that people would consider living elsewhere other than the states, if they had a choice? Whatever the case, I can't help but think how everything is luck. My boss told me that and I didn't believe it at first, but scale that idea big enough and it has some validity. I am lucky to be where I am. One of my parents could've died trying to escape Vietnam. They could've decided to stay. I could've been the miscarriage. Luck may have brought me to where I am, but I still get to decide where I go from here.
They snuck me into this country club place so I could check out this lake that people rarely use, but the sunset was worth seeing. I snapped this photo as Huan was explaining something. He might've been talking about getting "American" pizza down the street. He luckily ended up in Denmark, because that place is chill as fuck and I want to go back.