Today I am over at SheLoves writing about home and how my third culture kids experience home, finding it in the spaces between cultures.

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Here’s an excerpt…

My twins have lived in Minnesota for two years, Somaliland for almost a year, Kenya and France for a few months each, Djibouti for eight years, Minnesota again for one year, and Kenya again for almost a year. That makes roughly twelve years and five countries.

I asked my daughter, Where was home? This is the dreaded, complicated, richly beautiful question Third Culture Kids wrestle with because, for a TCK, the answer might take five minutes. Or it might dredge up buried memories of lost places and people. Or they might draw a blank, not know how to answer.

Is home for my TCK where she was born or where she was potty trained or the place from which she fled with her family and a single suitcase? Is home where she found peace and safety for a few months, where she cared for a baby hamster, or where she had best friends and a bedroom and memories of skinned knees and Friday waffle-and-Star Wars traditions? Or was it where she licked snow for the first time and ate grandma’s cookies and spoke the same language at school as she spoke at home? Or is it where she lives now, at boarding school? Or where her parents and sister live, counting down the days until the school break?

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