I actually love being an american which wasnt born in America. I get to learned both cultures. I moved to this country when I was Eleven years old. Coming from a different countries everything was brand new to me. Trying to fit in was diffinetely hard.
Lets put language barrier aside because thats the obvious. People looked at you differently because you dressed differently, your hair style is different, the way you move is different, the noise you make is different. I had trouble finding a word to describe all these differences until i learn thats whats in me but had never identified them. These are my true identity my culture. I later notice in my identity is changing because of my surroundings. I learn to give up seat on the train, not to rush to hop on a train fighting for a seat. Sometimes it gets me mad seeing the people with the same backgroud rushing and fighting for seats on the train, but I have no right to hate those are my own kind instead I walk away with a smile and say maybe thats just part of my culture too.
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