My mind skips a whole lot when I ask it to go to the beginning.

It conveniently starts at 19 years old, landing in the northern Chinese city of Shenyang. There I realized that my heart could be more of a stained glass window than a living organ. Almost 10 years later, I see myself as now on a bridge, stretched between continents, forever connecting my homes. There I was a minority by skin, but now its by experience. I see my world as small, yet stretched by thousands of miles.

Old me (an exhibit) encapsulates my 4 years in Asia, and the last 6 years in Denver as a letter to my younger self, the version of me that I'm the most nervous of forgetting. Though it's also an invitation to look back on the old you, to connect all the things that have brought you here, and us together.