09.22.18 Good Evening! Here are some late night rambling on my adoption thoughts/experiences. Also, my baby pic attached to my adoption paperwork folder #cheekychompers
Identity is such an odd notion to define as a #transracial #adoptee
I've never defined myself as an adoptee. I'm a woman. I'm from St. Louis. I'm from a large family. I'm a student here or an employee there, etc. I'm redefining myself yet again. Within the last few years I've become a homeowner, a mother, store manager, mother of two, and countless other things that have changed.
One thing is always the same. I'm #Korean
. Besides looking the part I have no idea what that means. For many many years I never addressed that part of me. Now I feel like I'm jumping head first into this massive cistern of knowledge of what could've been my alternate life. Learning as much as possible about Korea, Korean culture (Happy Chuseok!), and language.
If I were to define myself right now it would be: #Mother #Wife #Adoptee #StLouisan #AnimaLover
😌 So, adoptee has made it into the top three! For a long time it wasn't even on my list. But, Korean still isn't on there. I don't think I really feel Korean. If I were to put Korean up there it would be a lie. Because even through all of this, I still feel like a little white girl in an Asian body 💁🏻♀️I can't be defined as Caucasian beyond living in the culture from 9 months old till now. I can't be defined as Korean beyond my looks.
I hope you enjoyed my baby pic 👶🏻 #cheekstospare
#adopteevoices #adoptionjourney #KoreanAmerican #Koreanadoptee #birthfamilysearch #findingmyculture #findingmyroots #findingmyself #alwayschangin #growingupadopted #definingonesself