“Jaehyun-ah, wake up!” My mom screamed into my ear as I looked out the window.

This wasn’t Hartford. This was Seoul. For the first time in a long time, we went back home, and it felt great, but also scary at the same time.

It was my first day at high school, and my parents decided we’d be back home for good. To me, it was okay. I liked Connecticut, but I liked Seoul, too, as much as I did back then. I really didn’t care where I’d end up, I just want to do well.

I go downstairs to a hearty breakfast that my mom made, and my dad was also getting ready for his first work back in Korea.

My dad worked as a manager for a Korean bank that had opened in the U.S.; I was just seven when we moved there. It was timely for him to be called back to Korea, just as I graduated from junior high at the age of fifteen. My mom was the loving housewife, never running out of neighborhood gossip, may it be Seoul or Hartford.

As for me? It was difficult to adjust, but thankfully I had been taught English since I was young, so it made the language barrier problem a bit easier. We spoke Korean at home, so it wasn’t also difficult to remember how to speak in my native tongue.

My new school, Byung Won Art High, was of course, different from my elementary, middle, and junior high schools in the U.S., but it was one of the best, and I was lucky to have been enrolled into it as a music major.

I loved singing, and while basketball was my