When I first arrived in New York in the summer of 2013, I was immediately smitten by the high-class, hipster-y, New York-adjacent restaurants and art galleries that filled the avenues in the Upper East Side and Brooklyn.
The food, the cocktails, the décor were everything I had imagined for a Japanese American in America.
I was drawn in.
But it wasn’t long before I realized that these restaurants were far from the norm.
When I went back to New York City to study abroad in February 2015, I learned that New York had no sushi restaurants, no karaoke bars, no Japanese art galleries.
It was more like a world where everything was so out of the ordinary that I couldn’t get the hang of it.
In the fall of 2015, the Japanese American Heritage Museum in Manhattan reopened as a Japanese cultural center, and I started to explore the city.
I visited the Asian community in Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and Manhattan.
The culture, it seemed, was a bit out of place for the people who had settled here.
And, at least for the first few years, it was hard to imagine it was anything but an outpost of the Japanese empire.
The only way I could even imagine a Japanese-American community like that is if I were to return to Japan and go back to the place I was born in, and the place my ancestors came from.
And I think it’s because of that experience that I have a hard time thinking of myself as an American Japanese American, even though my parents and grandparents were born here.
I’m an American American who grew up in the United States and I’m now Japanese American.
I don’t consider myself Japanese, but I do consider myself American.
My mother was born and raised in the US, and my grandmothers’ Japanese heritage comes from Japan.
I grew up hearing the same things about the Japanese culture as anyone else.
We are Japanese.
We speak Japanese.
And so, when I came to study overseas, I assumed I would be able to find out more about Japanese culture from the Japanese Americans I met.
I would also be able learn more about the American culture through my American-Japanese heritage.
So, it wasn, at the time, very difficult to imagine what it might be like to be an American Chinese American who moved to Japan.
And the reason is that when I first started to study Japanese at NYU, it didn’t make sense to me to assume I would encounter a Japanese community.
When we came to the US in 2005, it still didn’t, because we lived in the very opposite part of the country.
There were no Japanese-Americans in New Orleans, but there were Japanese-Japanese Americans who lived in New Jersey, and there were some Japanese-Chinese Americans who were in San Francisco.
In fact, when we went to the Japanese-Korean American Heritage Conference in September of 2014, it actually made me think of the Asian American community in New Mexico, which is about 60 miles from where I grew-up in New Haven, Connecticut.
There are some Japanese Americans in that part of New Mexico and I feel like I could learn more from them, as a person who grew-ups in Japan.
The problem is, that’s not what happens when I go to Japan again.
Because in Japan, I feel Japanese, I identify as Japanese.
I have the Japanese surname and my parents are Japanese-Jewish.
And it makes sense to Japanese people that I identify with my heritage, and that is what I am.
I identify, then, with Japanese-Japan and Japanese-Asian.
When you’re Japanese-Hispanic and Japanese, your identity as Japanese and Japanese Asian is often seen as a part of your culture.
It is something you have to live with.
And because that’s the way it is, it is difficult to think of yourself as a new American Asian American who has to deal with Japanese people or Japanese-Native American or any other other identity that you might not have.
I also found myself being asked a lot of questions about my Japanese heritage when I was in Japan and, in general, it felt very strange to me.
But the more I was doing research and learning about Japanese-English, the more it made sense to my mind.
For example, Japanese-native American speakers are sometimes asked, “What does Japanese mean?” and “Why are there so many Japanese people?”
They also ask, “Why do people like your ancestors speak Japanese?”
It’s something that I feel is very important to be part of.
So when I started working on this book, I thought about how I would relate to the people I’m interviewing in Japan on this issue.
Because the Japanese people I know and work with are not just Japanese people.
They are also American Japanese and American-Asian Americans.
They’ve been here for generations. And as