Quite honestly, I have no clue where I am from. People want a simple answer; they want to squeeze you into a well-defined box. What people don’t want is the truth: that I have a Swedish father, an American mother, was born in Sweden and before the age of 18 had already lived in the UK, Taiwan, Shanghai and Sweden. Try yelling that to a stranger in a nightclub who has made the terrible mistake of trying to spark a conversation.
My Swedish sounds northern though I lived in the south. My Chinese sounds Taiwanese though I am now living in Beijing and even my English – my mother tongue – is some strange cross-Atlantic blend.