Is it always nice to be unique?

When I'm here, in Canada, I stick out in photos distinctly as Asian next to my Caucasian friends. And when I'm in Asia, I stick out in photos distinctly as Caucasian next to my Asian relatives. I said this to my father. I tried to explain this uneasiness of not having a place anywhere in the world where I look the same as other people. I've recently been to parts of Asia I haven't seen for eleven years, where part of my roots are, roots that I've only really discovered now. And it was wonderful...but then I feel that my roots are here, because I grew up here. "I don't fit in anywhere," I said to my father.

My father is biracial. "I know of what you speak," he told me. He's a laidback sort of person, but his next words were serious and adamant.

"You go choose to fit in wherever you want to fit in," he said. And I guess he means...being multiracial means having more open doors, and I get to decide which ones I take.

To be unique is an adventure.