Looking back, even the admission essay I wrote that got me into a top graduate school, was on culture and identity – my own, that is. Who was I? What was my true identity – Guyanese by birth and parents only? Or American after 14 years in New York? What was my true nationality and true sense of spirit? Could I just state, when asked, that I am just nomadic – having lived on three continents, and in love with multiple cultures?
