To me it felt like I had only been in America for a few weeks at most, not an entire year. It felt weird to be back in the place of my birth, to be honest, it did not feel like home for the longest time. Home to me was life in the busy city of Shanghai, China, not in a calm suburb west of Manhattan, New York. But, to be truthful life in New York really had grown on me and I was going to miss it. I had actually thought about staying in America till I graduated high school, but, there was no way my parents would let me. They  had promised me one year in an America public high school and that is what I got. I knew when my time was up I would be sent back to some foreign county, living with a 'nanny', until I graduated high school. To some people this life might sound awful, not living with your mother and father while in a strange new place, but, to me this was how I lived since age 3.

I don't really remember the short time I spent living with my parents, but I know even if I was raised in their 'home' I probably would not have seen much of them anyway, seeing as if they spent most of their time going on business trips across the globe. 

I don't really mind the fact that my parents sent me away to live in China at such a young age all by myself, I guess when I was younger I did, but now I realize what a great opportunity it was for me to be raised in a place as wonderful as Shanghai. 

As much as wished to stay in New York I knew that it was time I accepted the fact that I was starting a new chapter in my life, accepting that New York was not longer my home, that Seoul, South Korea was.