We are full of stories.
Get a group of Third Culture Kids together and it’s not long before we’re comparing exotic pets and strange injuries and sicknesses.
We laugh over our airport horror stories and our worst faux pas and all the weird questions people ask us.
We are a sweet medley of cultures and languages and traditions.
We have a hard time answering the question “Where are you from?” or “Where is home for you?” because we do not belong to any region or city and we know that home is a feeling, not a place.
This journey is so bittersweet.
What a comfort to know we are not walking alone.
(Pictured: A group of TCKs representing 25 countries on a TCK weekend retreat in Georgia)