I’ll never be ethnically Chinese. It’s just not going to happen.
Despite this, I feel Chinese (as weird as that sounds). I was so accepted and integrated during my time in China, I felt like one of their own. Sure, my proverbs sucked. Yeah, I couldn’t read all the Chinese characters. Still, I was invited to almost any and every outing, and many of my Chinese friends treated me like family. I hung out with the locals like I was their neighbor, and they treated me as such. Thanks to the kindness and passion of my friends in China, I felt like I truly discovered what it means to live and understand China.