Seriously facebook, I have no idea where my hometown is. Stop asking me to fill out that info.

(Source: iamtheheroofmystory)

nr12grimmauldplace asked: Hi! This blog is absolutely wonderful :) Do you have any other recommendations for TCK blogs to follow? Seeing them on my dash makes me feel a bit less alone, and I'd love to follow some more.

Thank you very much! I am thinking about putting a page in for other TCK blogs, but here are some great ones:

TCK gifs - really funny and witty!

third-culture-kids - I just got an ask by their mod, and it looks top notch!

TCK life - a great blog just in general

TCK unite - It lets you post your experiences about being a TCK! I’m   about 200% sure it was the original TCK blog on tumblr.

 If I’m missing anyone, please tell me!

(Source: third-culture-kids)

When you meet another TCK and you both start listing the places you've lived →

whenyoureathirdculturekid:

At first you’re like: 

When you’ve finished and she’s still listing her places: 

So then you’re like: 

urbvnist asked: hey! today i just made this blog, third-culture-kids, so im just getting started. check it out and follow maybe?

Sweet! Third culture kids gotta stick together!

berlintckid asked: Hey! I love your what you're doing here! I just started a gif tumblr titled "When You're a Third Culture Kid" (the URL is the same). I think you and your followers would really enjoy it!

This sounds excellent!!! Here is the blog, and it is hilarious.

TCA

I’ve really enjoyed reading this blog. I remember all those experiences in Middle/High School! But then I finished college, fell in love and got married and became a bona fide TCA… third culture adult.

I’m Papuan-American and I grew up all over South East Asia. I finished up university in Australia were I met my husband who is a Canadian. His life was everything I wanted as a child. He grew up in a small town his whole life that is adorable. This place is Canadian Pleasantville - its unbelievable.

He has never experienced some-what dangerous “demonstrations”, visa-runs to various countries, Chinese New Year or American Thanksgiving… until he met me. So it’s interesting trying to convince your husband it’s totally normal try and order Big Mac with a fried egg on it and a side of white rice.

We live in Canada now and I was at a house party when someone asked me where I was from. I had a slight identity crisis when asked that question that resulted in a melt-down. I hadn’t experienced that feeling in years! Granted, culture-shock is so much worse in your “home” country or somewhere that the culture’s supposed to be close… or close-enough.

Anyway, all this to say I was thankful to read it’s still normal to go through that. So I’m going to try and continue to embrace this gift of living in a third culture and stay in touch with those who have experienced it with you!

Thanks for this blog! It’s super wonderful! 

wow ok

I haven’t been very good at updating this blog!!! It’s been, what, more than two weeks? I’m in 12th grade now, so I can’t really devote a lot of time to this blog, so if anyone is interested it’d be great if someone could mod with me!

My life is characterized by getting accustomed to perpetual culture shocks.

There are few groups I can completely associate myself with but being a TCK is a sure thing. I was born in England and moved to Australia, Pakistan and Saudi Arabia before coming to the United States for college.

I write: destinyitiswritten.tumblr.com 

I want to have TCK friends so please read & message me! 

TCK Syndrome

fearforcuriosity:

I don’t know if its even possible to understand it unless you have it, but it the most unpleasantly pleasant thing in the world. It’s walking in the a room of strangers feeling like the strangest. It’s not knowing what normal is. It’s those sets of clear foreign eyes that don’t stare at you, but still know your different. It’s the feeling you get when all you hear, you understand. It the nightmares that keep you awake, the threat to stay in a foreign land. It’s the constant flow if people leaving your life and entering. It’s absolutely terrifying. Yet it’s also so beautiful. It’s that urge you have to get on a plane and go. It’s your constant desire to swim, in anything: lakes, the ocean, rivers, pools, water towers. It the taste buds that crave adventure. It the hairbrush you never owned. It’s the opportunities to meet new people, everyday. It’s the second chance you get every time you step of an airplane. It’s a burden, but it’s worth carrying.

(Source: forthclimb)