Each time I cross a border, I feel the push and pull in my body, a cacophony of competing desires. And always there are choices to make: what to assimilate, what to reject. Is it true that we are always, as migrants, and the children of migrants, attempting to choose what my parents call "the best of both worlds"? Or is it possible to transcend—no,

Once you move overseas, you slowly, without noticing at first, start to develop a new struggle around your identity that you didn’t know existed before. Before your move, you had simple answers to questions such as “Where are you from?” and “Where’s home for you?”