Homelessness? Or a Kind of Freedom?

The narrative surrounding diaspora usually depicts the painful loss of one’s identity and homeland. Audrey Chin, author of As The Heart Bones Break, challenges this conventional understanding by asking: what if “homelessness” is actually a form of liberation from our roots? 

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We have been in Vietnam for a week now, the first few days in the new family home in the Delta.

The new home, housing the family altar with my in-laws’ ashes, is a modern grey and white villa near the lower branch of Mekong River.  It’s comfortable and airy with a small fountain and newly planted flowering bushes and fruit trees in a reasonable sized garden: a far cry from the cramped cluster of wood and brick buildings down a claustrophobic  alley.

Canttho New House Doorway

Re-development in the old part of town meant the sixty-year old family compound had to be torn down. We found a place to build the new house, but my Vietnamese husband and his siblings thought they should leave out a family altar. Only two sisters and two nieces still live in the Delta; the rest have moved to Saigon, America, Australia, and Singapore.  My husband’s generation, worried that maintaining a family altar would be too much of a burden for the widely scattered third generation, had planned for a ceremony to scatter my in-law’s ashes into the Mekong. They decided they would hold their memories in the heart and be satisfied.

The far-flung grandchildren wouldn’t have it though. The older ones had grown up with their grandparents. Although they are all well settled in their new countries, they wanted a place in the Old Country that their children and children’s children could come back too.


So now the new house is ready. And the family altar has moved in onto the top floor, facing a balcony and the Mekong breezes. The house and the altar are not fancy but the older grandchildren, now scattered all over the world, are delighted with it. They’ve trickled in, in twos and threes and fours, over the last three months to pay their respects. Everyone says the same thing – it’s exactly what they want,  a welcoming ancestral space with lots of rooms, and not too many steps away from the river they grew up with. They are hoping their children too will come to visit.

Cantho New House Altar

I’m not sure. The two sisters are getting on. Will the nephews and nieces visit once these 2 familiar faces are gone? Will the old house be the old home when it’s occupied by distant relatives whom the great-grandchildren can’t communicate with? My own children, who never met their grandfather and only knew their grandmother as a senile muttering old woman rarely go down to the Delta. A great grand nephew from another branch of the family, visiting from America, did not see the need to travel for hours on bad roads to visit the tombs of people he had no connection with.  I can relate. My family, settled in Singapore for more than 100 years and speaking very poor Chinese, have no idea where my grandparents’ ancestral villages in China are. And no inclination to visit.

Cantho Old House Entry

To be able to put down roots is a gift.  But when life uproots us and sends us wandering … homelessness gives us different opportunities. No longer attached to any one place, the children of my husband’s diaspora have choices. Living betwixt and between, they can belong anywhere or nowhere, as they will. This is a different kind of freedom; perhaps, an unanticipated gift from diaspora.

What do you think?


Audrey ChinAudrey Chin is a South-East-Asian writer who has been a daughter-in-law of the Vietnamese diaspora for over thirty years. As the Heart Bones Break, her latest novel featuring the life of a South Vietnamese man and his family over the last sixty  years was launched and sold out at the 2013 Singapore Writers Festival in November.



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  1. HI Anne Dao, just stopped by at your Positive blog. Yup … enough angst. Yes … it’s all kind of marginalization where we are and where we’re going and there is only so much we can do about it. Best thing is to learn to live in our own skins and love ourselves. Like Bao Phi says, we are beautiful.

    • Hi Audrey Chin. That’s a beautiful comment you are writing. I think there is a lot of ugliness as well. Positivity is a way to survive from it. But you know all the Vietnamese from the diaspora are not beautiful and successful. I think there are many treasures to find at the core or at the end of our quests. I would say Vietnamese with their/our experience of the horror, have a lot to say or manifest concerning the overall human experience/history. As warchildren, what do we have to say about peace and war ?

  2. Very interesting article ! That is what I called “positive diaspora or new nomadism” in one of my articles. Vietnamese people would be at the edge of diaspora…


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