This series is based on the combination of personal revelation, emotions and reflection while exploring cultural identity. It is me. Finding my identity in a country I didn't belong to but was born and raised in left me feeling that I had no home and I had no "from". While I had a lot to be thankful for growing up in Japan, being Caucasian made me a glorified tourist.
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