TCK in her twenties
I know it’s been a while. Life just got so busy. I’m officially in my twenties, the next big decade of my life. Funny enough, I am still a third culture kid. In fact, I will probably be in my fifties and still be a TCK. I am a senior in university now, ready to embark upon graduate schools. What does that mean for me? More moving. Luckily, at least this time around, I will know what continent I’ll be in next year.
When I started my undergraduate degree, I was an international student. It was easy to say, hard to explain… but at least it was clear what I was. I had moved eight thousand miles away from home to be part of a small college town. But now, after living in the United States for more than three years, I find myself telling people I am from here. When I leave Orlando for my overseas homes, I actually feel like I am leaving a home. Above all my intentions, Orlando has become another home.
I don’t disclose my international background so openly anymore. Perhaps it’s because I’m tired of explaining where exactly I am from. It takes too much wind out of me to describe the constant travel when I can say a simple “I’m from Orlando.”
I guess all TCKs have to choose a place to call home someday, huh?