The Asian Me

I am still drowning in the memory of last month, stuck. I feel different, less Western but more Asian. My trip in Korea made me realize life could be very simple. You don't have to party to make news friends, or smoke cigarettes to fit in. In the past five years, I had changed so much that I forgot who I really was. Trying to fit in this foreign country filled with difference races and/or preferring the western lifestyle better, I stuffed my life with fanciness and tanned like a white girl. All the changes seemed reasonable and fated. I didn't regret what I changed to, but now I realize I am still the Asian me no matter where I am. My trip in Korea allowed me to hang out with more Asian people and provoked the Asian side of me which was hidden for a long time. I am Asian. I have yellow skin, brown eyes and dark hair. In my genes and blood, something is never gonna change.