I still feel some discomfort in my biracial identity. There is this feeling of simultaneously belonging to two groups, but also belonging nowhere and to no one. I am an outcast, and in some ways, I have come to terms with that.
As I watch the seasons change and leaves fall gently to the ground, I can't help but think about this new season of my life--similar to the change the trees are undergoing around me.
As I have soaked in the beauty of the city, the realization hit me that I am on the other side of the world, surrounded by people who live, speak, and act differently than I do.