I haven't visited my motherland for many years. Re-learning and reassessing the diaspora was almost overwhelming yet incredible to notice the rapid progression from what I remembered. A lot has changed. I changed. I contemplated identity all over again. After serving in the armed forces, and with all the politics and rhetoric these days, I couldn't help but to ask myself all over again who am I? I concluded that it isn't easy being a gyopo. Foreign at home, foreign in the motherland. That's how we gyopo have always been. Seen as the oppressed, and the oppressors.