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Being a 1.5-generation Korean Has Its Own Problems.
I was born in Korea, but I’ve spent seven years of my life in the States thus far. I’ve gone back and forth between the two countries—I spent two years in Indiana for preschool and Kindergarten, then four more years from 4th to 7th grade—and this places me more or less in the awkward category of 1.5-generation Koreans. Just to ponder on the number 1.5 for a moment: it indicates that I’m half of something—that half of me is Korean, and the other half is American, perhaps. Or does it mean that I’m fully Korean (this is where the number 1 would come from) and that I’m on my way to becoming an American as well (0.5, or halfway there)? I’m sure that every 1.5-generation person out there would agree that being 1.5-anything entails multiple identity crises.
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