Monument on Lenora Avenue

"We were just two typical kids. It’s pretty much the standard story that you’ve never heard. Two young teenagers that were forced to move to Japan for whatever reason. We were called “third culture kids,” and the title never meant anything to us. All we knew was this life. A life of travel and adaptation. Tokyo was our canvas. We were tossed a few crayons and told, “Color it as you will.” So we did. We didn’t choose Tokyo, perhaps Tokyo in all of its glam and glitter chose us. We were just characters you know. We always knew it. Somewhere lingering between two green taxis or on a subway platform was the film crew. They would monitor our every conversation and cue the perfect soundtrack that would fit the scene just right. Lost in Translation had not come out yet. Who was Bill Murray anyway? We were the kid versions and we had no idea. We weren’t lost, we were just… there." Two best friends meet in Tokyo and attend school there as middle school and high school students. They adapt in a new city as "third culture kids," but the real challenge is returning "home" to America. The only problem is home no longer exists within their minds. After struggling with fitting in, the two drop out from their selected art schools and travel across the continent in order to rediscover America.