One of my great grandmothers was from Heilongjiang and another was from Mongolia (she used to tell us about the “White Stag” every night before bed. I don’t feel particularly asian, but my eyes have an epicanthic fold, so contacts are a real fun experience. Somehow though people where I live assume that I’m part Ojibwe or Anishinaabe.
The most asian thing in my own life is that I was a salaryman in Tokyo for several years, first in Gotanda then in Shinjuku (yes, the commute is really just as bad as people say).
Despite the crowds, and sometimes because of them, living in Tokyo is an amazing experience. Supper for $5 at the train station, all the manga you can read for free the day after the weeklies come out, and $100 oranges - each. It’s an amazing town.