Being Filipino means I’m able to expand, grow, and thrive in this multicultural landscape, having roots and a foundation for strength while drawing on ancestral wisdom and experiences. It means I’m never alone and am always connected, no matter where I live, what I do, or who I’m surrounded by.

Filipinos in New Orleans represent one of the many cultures in this city. Some have been here for generations, while others of us have only recently moved. It’s not an easy place to live—you can see the struggle in people’s faces (it could be the intense heat, impending hurricanes, constant worry about housing, work in the service or tourism industry, or the general unpredictability). Flooded homes, stifling humidity, political corruption, and gentrification are part of the reality. Those who were here through Katrina and all they endured still carry that experience.

But just like in the Philippines, with struggle comes joy—lots of joy. Parades, music, dance, creativity. Filipinos here aren’t trying to adapt to a “white America” or change ourselves to blend in. We’re a home away from home.