My parents spent their formative years outside of their native Korea in Japan and the United States (one has spent more of her life outside her homeland than there). Born to these parents, I absorbed their exposures via osmosis such that no one culture alone feels like home. Even my identity as a Korean leans upon the historical exchange of culture with China and Japan (is an omurice just an omurice?). As a 1.5-generation immigrant, I have learned to carve a niche I can call my own and to coalesce my surroundings into myself. Despite all the trappings of modern America, I cannot expect a home ready-made when self-expression comes with a price tag. In like manner, I cannot predict where I will be in ten years time, but perhaps I can return for another entry. 👌🏼🌺