Though I may have felt alone at times, I never really was…
Read MoreEach person is more interesting than any one aspect of their identity too, and everyone owes it to themselves to experiment and discover themselves, instead of just assuming the identity placed upon them by their societies…
Read MoreI wanted to claim Tanzania as my home, but how could I? I was not accepted by others as a part of their country…
Read More“Where are you from?” Thrill and dread. That question we all prepare a thirty-second elevator pitch for…
Read MoreThis was the daily context in which I grew up: Vietnamese with a splash of Soviet culture at home, coupled with a very French environment at school…
Read MoreI don’t have a filter when it comes to talking about wanting to leave America…
Read MoreI am from the south and I am from the north, my “R” is rolling on the tip of my tongue and stuck in the back of my throat, my taste buds feast on Fårikål as well as Llajwa…
Read MoreWe were crossing time zones long before I learned to cross my T’s…
Read MoreImagine the chaos of the first few years: Romanian, German and English mixed together in a way that it took us sometimes minutes to realize what exactly it was that our own children were trying to tell us…
Read MoreThe world outside, though foreign, is also mine…
Read MorePeople of such areas are deprived of basic facilities. They have no easy access to big cities, roads are damaged, and elected assembly members visit every five years, never to return within their tenure. But still, they live happy lives...
Read MoreThey think it’s because of their badass demeanor, their cocky swagger, their muscle cars, and their tough reputations...
Read MoreMy earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows…
Read MoreI was very inspired by the Gitano nomad lifestyle. I asked my father if it was possible to live like that today. Of course, he didn't want his daughter to wander off and live like a gypsy...
Read MoreBorn during the air raids in London, as a child with Irish ancestry, I always felt as though I was living between two seas. Whilst London was my home, there was a sense of disconnect…
Read MoreI adapted to the new environment, but life never became easier. As I walked down the street, students from my school would yell, calling me Chinese…
Read MoreWe pass through countries, like revolving doors, denizen aliens of the world…
Read MoreThis emptiness, rootlessnes, in-betweenness, nobodiness, neither here, nor there-ness…
Read MoreAm I Korean or American? Am I more Korean or more American? Which side do I belong to? Who am I?—I kept asking until last night, the night of the TCK student organization meeting and the night that changed my perception of my own personal and cultural identity forever…
Read MoreLiving half your life in the West and the other half in the East would render one ripe for an identity crisis...
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