I 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 More
We pass through countries, like revolving doors, denizen aliens of the world…Read More
This emptiness, rootlessnes, in-betweenness, nobodiness, neither here, nor there-ness…Read More
Am 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 More
Living half your life in the West and the other half in the East would render one ripe for an identity crisis...Read More
Never mind the ancient routes that fed, blended and bumped you and I together - I know that you want nothing more than to fit me into your size 9 1/2 shoe box, and tell me about the great Lebanese place that serves tabbouli...Read More
I can’t fly on this damn plane because, at age 27, I have lost two wonderful people in my life. Two people who had come to define my experience of being free of boundaries, and my freedom to live fearlessly. I feel my mortality more than I ever did before...Read More
"Hi. Where are you going?," a man asked me as he sat across from me at the bus station in Alabama.
We just got off the same bus from Atlanta to some city in Alabama, Birmingham, maybe? I don't know the geography of Alabama at all. I still can't look at maps of Alabama without crying...
My passport tells an improbable tale of birth, country of origin and address of emergency contact….Read More
I’m quite certain that was the moment I realised that it wasn’t just the language I had absorbed…Read More
Almost everyone only thought about Turkey as depicted in the movie ‘Midnight Express’, although I have never seen it…Read More
I became the ‘Pakistani Australian’ or the ‘Australian Pakistani’ depending on whether I was meeting Sam or Sameet…Read More
From old theatres to laneway bars, I walk the Yarra with boys and cars.
With double tongues, I watch bright lights, as I explore and devour the night…
I don’t have a filter when it comes to talking about wanting to leave America. Sometimes people seem to get personally offended by the idea that I wouldn’t want to stay and live in this country…Read More
I am Dutch, grew up in Germany and went to an American international school. My husband is Japanese, grew up in Ecuador and went to both Japanese and American international schools there. We often joke that our family is like the UN with all its different cultures and languages…Read More
Time is a very culture-centric topic that my father taught me well across the countries we lived in. On Guam, people were usually an hour late on an island that was 20 minutes wide to drive…Read More
People 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 More
My 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. When we were there, we spoke English and ate Krispy Kreme donuts. When we were back home, we spoke Spanish and ate beans and tortillas...Read More
A few minutes into the conversation, I piped up and said that I might walk with Tanzania. I will never forget the chuckles that erupted over that statement, nor the look of humor on many of the faces that surrounded me. My Tanzanian friends thought I was joking...Read More
So what happens when one day you wake up on the other side of the world and the place you come from no longer exists?Read More