“Don’t worry about it. You’re Korean," she reassured me. But am I? What does “being Korean” even mean, to me, as an adoptee, who can reclaim that identity in whatever way I choose?

A history on how I have long wrangled the question, "So, what are you?"

Until a few months ago, I did not feel drawn to Korea at all. Yet simultaneously, I would fantasize about some life I must be living in a parallel universe, in which I never left and cannot write in the language you are reading.