Where am I, again?
Oh, yeah. Lockdown. I’m home.
If covid hadn’t paused the world, I’d be bouncing through the States right now, waking up on a different air mattress every other week and opening my eyes to ask, “Where am I?”
But I’m home: eSwatini.
Well, I guess I’m home. I’m an American-Swati and “home” depends on who you ask. My America parents call the States “home” and my sisters and I insist that this is “home.” My friends call me an African girl and then ask when I am going “home” and what will I bring them.
So I’m a little bit of a mashup, and that’s cool, that’s fine when it’s not giving me problems. I’m a TCK and proud to be one.
(A TCK, or Third Culture Kid, is typically a kid born to parents of one culture and raised in a different culture. The kid forms their own, third culture; hence the name.)
That’s what this blog is all about! It’s about embracing the variety of my culture and experiencing the joy and pain that comes with growing up a TCK.
I hope my fellow TCKs can relate and find solace in my words.