KYOPO - Three Months Deep.
3 months / / 교포 [kyo.po] noun: Korean-American
It’s strange. Back in California, when I was asked, “What are you?” I would answer, “Korean!” I was proud and never thought twice about it. Why? I really believed that “Korean” was who and what I was down to the bone. It never occurred to me that I was anything else. Non-Asians might have generalized all of us Asians, but to me, I strongly believed I was somehow awesome just because I was Korean. I grew up around Korean media, Korean music, Korean television shows, Korean churches, Korean food, and as a result it bread an unexplainable nostalgia and longing for wanting to come to Korea ever since I can remember. Even though I had never lived here, I somehow felt that it was home. Where I “really” belonged.
A: Where are you from?
A: No. I mean… You know, Where are you ORIGINALLY from?
Me: Oh. Korea?
Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten that B.S.