In 1993, at three months old, I took my first plane ride across the world. From Seoul, South Korea to Washington, D.C- I was quite the traveler. Most of my childhood I struggled with my personal identity. “Are you Chinese?” No… I am actually Korean, and Italian, and…Russian.
It is common to adopt children from other racial backgrounds. For me, I just happened to be adopted into the most loving, amazing multicultural family- Italian & Russian. Although I didn’t look like it, I felt like it one hundred percent. Despite the physical differences, I still was, and am my parents child. Race doesn’t matter and it never will.
I came to America for one simple reason- my birth mother and father were way too young to have or even afford to raise a daughter. So they put me up for adoption, and although I have no clue who they are, I can say that is the best decision they can and will ever make. “You’re adopted so your parents must not love you, right?” “Your parents must not care about you.” As sad as it is, those are quotes from old classmates I used to get all.the.time. Going home & actually questioning everything puts a huge toll on one’s mental health, especially an eight year old. Being adopted does not necessarily mean one doesn’t love their child. It means they want what is best for their child. Sure, there are parents who actually do not have any care in the world to have a son or daughter, but there are parents who care so much but can not afford to raise a son or daughter. There is a huge difference.
Being adopted into a multi cultural family, and growing up in one of the most diverse cities in the WORLD has really shaped me who I am today. I just want everyone to be as kind and caring to one another and maybe the world would be a slightly better place ❤️
Journey To My Seoul 