My Life as an MK- Part 1 [Intro]

I recall doing something like this a few years back on MySpace, but I'm starting over again. And so, my story begins...
Ok now, basically... I am an MK (missionary kid) here in Albania. I came with my parents when I was two and a half on a fine spring day in March, year 1995. They always reminded us that at that time, we had to walk from the plane to the terminal instead of buses (like they have now). That was the start of a new life. Albania has become my home since. Being here gives me a strange sense of security that I can not explain. Back in California, I always constantly feel like an outcast or some sort of freak, although it is my resident state (???) and where most of my close relatives live.
As an Asian, I am conspicuous among the natives. Not to mention that even as a Korean-American, I am neither "American" nor "Korean". I hate it when people say I'm "American" or "Korean", it just makes me feel more freakish. I am a mixture of both (culturally). I can speak, read, and write both languages quite fluently except that my Korean skills are lacking in many areas xD. The Albanian language is still hard to speak and comprehend (to be explained in another Part ^^). I go to a tiny highschool which, I guess can be called "hybrid" because of the way it runs (sorta like a school for homeschoolers.. no, it IS except I'm not really being homeschooled by my parents...they never have).
I think that's a good enough intro, don't ya think? Hehe