Anger is vicious, and knows not his strength. He wrestles and pulls, until Fear’s out of breath…
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There are Nights in Goryeo when the city never sleeps, and I lie awake in my bed…
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When we were politely locked into our hotel in Delhi nine months later due to the street uprisings, the desk manager profusely apologized to us…
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After realizing his cultural identity as a TCK, Peter faced a new inner conflict as he traveled between America and Korea: Should he stay true to his TCK identity or “take sides” with a single cultural identity?
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While waiting for information about her funeral, I found out it was already taking place and I would miss it…
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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…
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There shouldn’t be an issue of not accepting another culture or religion just because you don’t like it or because you don’t understand it. Is this lack of tolerance something we might eventually be proud of? I shudder at the thought…
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“You know he does porn. The gay type.” It just screamed in italics. My once best friend (from Guam) hissed into my ear at our high school reunion…
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Every time we moved and in each new country we lived, my mom openly embraced everything. I don’t know too many people who would have gone to a funeral of a neighbor just a few short months after moving in, but she was one of them...
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The second or third day after the earthquake, I sat in my apartment and realized the training my family and I did in Germany was no different from the onboard aircraft evacuation training I went through over the years. "Take nothing that will slow you down. Run, run far and don't look back..."
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It was just after Nagano was chosen for the winter olympics that I suddenly was Mr. Popular. Did I have a spare bedroom? Could I show people around? “Paul, let’s talk after the reunion.” I left before the introductions were even made. That was the end of my high school connections...
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My passports have always been issued from abroad. In the 1980s my passports were changed to blue "Z" instead of the standard blue. I was treated like a second class citizen each time I “returned” to the US and travelling in my 20's through Europe with it in the Cold War was sheer hell on the Eastern side of the Iron Curtain...
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Before I was to be slowly torn down by my relationship with August, I had newly discovered my TCK identity and was sure he was the missing piece of who I was. I was living in an amazing share house with maybe 8 or 9 different nationalities rotating through it at any one time – and amongst these students, professionals and travellers alike – I was happy that I had finally found my people…
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