I have had to really dig deep to understand all the ramifications that the ping pong effect of culture shock and reverse culture shock had on me growing up. What I have discovered, in all the great literature that is out there, culture shock is described in very linear way, and somehow disappears after you have gone through all of
Why are you moving? A basic question that most will answer in a basic, for “a job” response. This is the answer so many people give me when I ask them whey they are packing up, and moving abroad, or across the country. It is simple, easy, and most people don’t press any further, except for me, it is my
Moving around was never easy, it came with a lot of baggage and consequences. When people ask “where are you from? or what was your favourite country?” I feel like a whole host of conflicted feelings arise, and I never know how to shut down the conversation before it can even start, because once the conversation starts, it might
I guess you could say, I was born to travel. I mean, it is sort of in my DNA. My Father grew up as an original Third Culture Kid. Born into an Air Force family, he moved from England, France, Morocco and Syracuse. When he joined Foreign Affairs, he and my Mother instantaneously began to move and travel. At one
I am not exactly sure when I became aware of my skin colour, my identity, my accent, my Father’s unique job or even my birth country and how obviously out of place it all was to my surroundings. One move seemed to blend into another. The only thing I seemed to know, was how to navigate new schools, and airports.
This is a rather delicate subject matter as I have a lot of opinions surrounding this. Having been a Diplomatic Kid, there were and still are very few moments I feel I fit in, chidhood is hard enough when you stay put, but when you mix in moving constantly, it brings on a whole other level of crazy. Actually, I
