I’ve always had it in my mind to write a blog one day. I remember back in my early teen years, when the internet was starting to get aboard the hype train, and everyone seemed to have their own website. Such a weird and wonderful mish mash of people across the planet, just sharing for sharing’s sake, and it was something that I always wish I had the capacity to do, but I could never seem to find that certain something that I had to bring to the table compared to other people. What did I have to say that was worth listening to?
Even now as I write, I wonder who will read this, will there be anyone out there who feels the same way I do, and are they trying to make their break into the public world as well? I suppose the best way for me to start in my journey of telling you all who I am, is to just go back to the beginning. So, I’m the grandson of Japanese immigrants, they came over to the US in the worst time possible, right before the bombing started that really strained relationships.
During this time my parents were really young, and began their life in the new world in an interment camp. It was harsh living, and a lot of confusion as my family was coming here to make life better, and immediately start off on the wrong foot. I’m not going to go into many details, but suffice to say that even with that awkward start tot heir relationship with the US, they still decided to stay and stick it out, which I’m sure couldn’t have been easy for them. But my family has always stuck out the rough parts to get to the greener pastures.
After that whole situation happened, it was still hard for Japanese immigrants to find a job in the country. Even with the surrender of our country, distrust was still at an all time high. My family moved to Chinatown in the San Francisco area, and my grandparents worked in a local laundry plant. General labor being one of the only jobs that they could easily get. As well, it was just easier to get work from “your own kind” at that point. It was a time in the history of immigrants in the country that was full of hardships.
But, my grandparents endured, and eventually we wound up moving again, this time to Texas, which is where my parents spent most of their teen and adult years, in separate families of course, don’t want to give the wrong idea. It was my dad who was along with my grandparents. He eventually met my mom while going to University, and being some of the only Japanese students at the time, they immediately clicked, and the rest of that story is kind of history. When they graduated, they married and moved to Kentucky, which is where I was born two years later.