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So the first thing people do when they meet me is say my name wrong. Well, no that’s wrong. The first thing they do when they meet me is ask me what I am. But that’s a WHOLE ‘nother blog, maybe a week’s worth. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Or burn it down. Whatever’s clever.

So sometimes, when people meet me, they see my name spelled… M-I-Y-A and assume it’s ‘My-uh’. But actually my name is pronounced ‘Mee-yah’. My parents chose my name using the Korean word 미 (Mee) which is the word base also used in the Korean word 미국 “America”. It means beautiful ( I can never spell that word and not think of Jim Carey) >.<, and the 야 (yah) is the Korean verb “to be”. America literally translates to ‘beautiful land’. Now this would all be great if I were Korean, which I’m not. Hahahaha! Just kidding, I am. Well, my mom is. I am technically what you call a Blasian. So you can figure out what that means. The problem with that is, even when people meet me and don’t ever see my name spelled, 9/10 times the next time they see me, they call me Mya. It’s hilarious, and inevitable. I just answer to both.

Please forgive my asinine use of quotations marks and backwards apostrophes, I love them. ❤  If I wasn’t typing, I’d be making “air quotes”. Yeah. I’m one of those. No. I’m not. “”