Shulman, Josh

I spent the first 12 years of my life growing up in Tokyo. Going through both international and local Japanese day-care and school systems, I was confused for a while how a Japanese kid could have red hair, or how a kid with red hair could be Japanese. After all my Japanese friends always told I was more Japanese than they were. I eventually moved away with the family, but I never stopped calling Japan my home. Junior year of high school was when I finally got the chance to take a six-week trip, during which I reacquainted myself once again with the mesmerizing country, its rich language and c...