My life was very Japanese.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up in Japan. It's my first memories of life are Japan.
I took Japanese in high school. I'm Chinese, though, and I just fell in love with the language and the culture.
As I grew up, I was continually to suffer hardships in different realms of life - in my family, in my relationship to Japanese society and in my way of living at large in the latter half of the twentieth century.
After college, I wanted to learned about myself as an American, so I left the United States and went to Japan.
I'm just very obsessed with Japanese stuff in general.
I know just enough Japanese to get by if I get lost and greet an audience properly, just from having a lot of Japanese friends and being there over the years.
I was fortunate to live for 3 years in another country, and although we lived in an American compound, still as a young adolescent I did venture into the world of the Japanese with great interest and enjoyment. But many Americans never left that safe and familiar life among their own people.
I lived in Japan when I was younger for about two years. I spent my time equally between religiously studying Aikido in Shinjuku by day and hard partying in Shibuya and Roppongi by night.
It is hard to be an individual in Japan.
I couldn't speak Japanese very well, passport regulations were changing, I felt British, and my future was in Britain. And it would also make me eligible for literary awards. But I still think I'm regarded as one of their own in Japan.