Ginger Without Borders

Five years ago, I met a man named Kingston. He was born and raised in India, having moved to the USA for graduate school and remained for work. We bonded over a shared love of international cultures.

Three years later, in summer 2021, in the middle of COVID, we married in a small ceremony in a family friend’s back yard. Unfortunately, the borders were closed at the time, meaning none of his family in India could attend. This was made all the worse because literally all of his family was in India, only his best friend from high school lived in the USA.

It took another year—last summer—for my husband’s parents to be able to visit. But only his parents. Meaning my family and I have not been able to meet the aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews.

So now, in 2023, our two families are finally able to come together. For the next month, my parents and I will be touring India with my husband and his family, including visiting his ancestral home—and doing a bit of sight seeing along the way.

While normally I would blog on my journeys to assure my parents I am still alive, my parents are with me on this trip. So instead of confirming I’m alive, my father will reprise his guest authorship and post alongside me during our trip.

We hope you will enjoy our stories!!