Whenever people ask me where I’m from (which is the top 3 questions to ask when you meet someone for the first time), I have to tell them my life story. And I’ve condensed it into bite sizes for social occasions. It’s easier to digest this way.
So you ask me, where are you from? And I tell you that I was born in Caracas, Venezuela. Then I get this puzzled look, because you see that I’m Chinese, or definitely oriental if you’re not familiar with your Asian nationalities. And you say, Venezuela? But you’re Chinese. And I say, yes, I am.
A moment of silence and the brain computes. It registers that my parents moved to Venezuela and I was born. Then I moved to NYC for elementary school before going to Miami, Florida for high school, and back to NYC for a BFA in advertising at the School of VISUAL ARTS.
All this translates into never staying in one place for more than a couple of years. I speak English, Spanish, and Cantonese. It’s an interesting mix of cultures. And I’m a byproduct of all these experiences.
This is my life so far. I just graduated and feel good about life.