San Diego, CA
Born here in San Diego, I find I fit in best. Yet, I don’t identify totally with the culture, by and large. Most of the surfers are white, most of the tourists are white, most of the people who are out and about on a Saturday night too. I see a lot of people come from elsewhere for work and find good jobs with other white people in positions of power.
When I look behind the kitchen door, no one is white. These are the people I look like the most. Yet, I’m only partly similar. They come from a different land, speak a different language and treat me differently because I don’t.
Not one, not the other; something else.