My parents came to the US to pursue better education separately before meeting here, getting married, and having my brother and me. Two different paths led them to our family; my dad had experienced the familial famine pressures of rural China and became a professor in Beijing while my mom was physician of urban and professional parents in Guangzhou. Sure, they came in the same wave, but class differences between countries and between each other were noticeable.
Now, they have unified through my brother and me. I am always grateful they sought to escape our tiny, noisy NY home into a beautiful diverse community of colors and mindful intellect. Both sets of grandparents moved in and out of our home to care for us, and my grandma remains close to home as a citizen too. Although there will always be separations of generational time and geography in our family, we never stop to thread gaps in our travels, phone calls/texts, foods, and culture. Migration never stays stagnant!