There is no way that I can relay these changes into words and describe them to you but I guess I need to start again somewhere.
In many ways, I feel as though I have lost myself only to start a new and find myself all over again. It's ridiculous when I realize how many years have passed since the day I first began blogging. I remember it almost like yesterday.
It was the first day I learned about life in a democratic state compared to a communist state. I was empowered, passionate, and ambitious. I was only a seventh grader; none of my friends shared these intense feelings. So, I decided to blog about them.
Eventually, I dug deeper and deeper into the humanities, following only my curiosity. I was changing and shaping up.
Fast forward almost 6 years later, here I am. I'm still passionate about the humanities. I'm in love with human interaction, culture, and development. I love history, for it is not only our past, present, but also our future.
Mental challenges, physical challenges, and perceptual challenges have come my way since and they have molded and shaped me into a truly different character. The spark that I once saw in my eyes have long dimmed due to lack of nutrition and rest. It isn't as bright as it used to be, but its much stronger. Instead of an intense yellow, it has adopted a duller, grayer filter. Yet, it burns much longer before.
My character has developed in bucket fulls. I am hardly the person that I ever envisioned myself to be. Here I am, getting ready to go to apply to colleges and enter the real world. I've been waiting for this time for years. Yet, I've never felt so unprepared. I'm still on that journey to finding myself.
Where will I be the next time I write to you all?
Here are some updates. August 2013.
Going through the Admission Center of the University of Southern California
An inspiring quote from a Japanese American in regards to dealing with internment in concentration camps due to Executive Order 9066 during WWII.
Behind me are stacks of empty suitcases from Japanese immigrants, much like those found at Ellis Island.
Steven and I at the Tanabata Festival in Little Tokyo district of LA.






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