tales of the orient: the great language debacle

I affixed my bike to the rack, my metal lock stiff in the cold, and tried to quell the butterflies dancing in my empty stomach. As an emotional eater, the fasting required by this particular excursion was proving challenging.

I wove between buildings and through the parking lot, following the little red dot on my navigation app. I trusted that it wouldn’t steer me wrong, in spite of all the times that trust was ultimately misplaced.

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4 trials and tribulations of growing up mixed-race

For those who don’t know/can’t tell, I am of mixed-race heritage.  Half-Asian, to be exact.  My mother hails from the Czech Republic, while my father is Korean (yes, South Korea. I would definitely not exist if he was from North Korea).  Thus, I look like some strange hybrid of a human being, and many seem unsure of what to do with me – are racist jokes appropriate, or not?  The turmoil folks must feel upon meeting me!

Having lived this mixed-race life for over 21 years now, there are a handful of observations I have made that I would like to share with the general public.  Of course, my experiences will differ from those of other mixed-race individuals (even other half-Asians), so this is by no means an all-encompassing Guide to the Lives of Mixed People.  But, without further ado, I present my own personal list: Continue reading “4 trials and tribulations of growing up mixed-race”