In the uncharted corners of my mind live the memories of the first five years of my life in Xiían, China. Although Toronto has been home for most of my twenty-five years, Xiían was where everything started. The memories of that time are as clear as they are nebulous, distinctly my own, but of a different lifetime. Having grown up very much embracing my Canadian identity, Iíve found my connection to my Chinese culture growing thin. I was lead to question what my responsibilities are to knowing and embracing my heritage.
Da Pi Yuan is an exploration, an homage, and a love letter to my first home. It is a document of my journey into embracing what it means to be Chinese Canadian.