Ask a…TCK

Living as an expat means there are lots of different people you get to meet, and some of the coolest people I’ve gotten to talk to are third-culture kids, or TCKs. This week I was really excited to have the chance to talk to Noah, a friend of mine who’s grown up overseas and getting ready to move to the US for university, but I’ll let him share the rest

perspective view of jet airliner in flight with bokeh background

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Parents of TCKs

As I peer through the airplane window, and the clouds begin to part, there it is again—that old familiar pain in my chest. The one I get every time I land in the US after being away for a while. Between breathtaking scenes of winding rivers and patchwork fields of grain, dusty diamonds and rusty goal posts are clearly visible as we begin our descent toward “home”. Town after town