As soon as I heard the moniker “third culture kid” (TCK), I knew it was me. Then I began to understand that it was also those who I grew up with. When I was three (3) my family moved to the Middle East. Although I look just like some of the locals do, I am not from the country we settled in. As an adult, when I finally made my way back to live in the United States, I was not traditionally American, either. What did being American even mean? Taxes were the first big shocker, snow for the first time, and the fact that chipmunks are real!? What I did know is that TCKs are capable of anything they put their minds to.
That of which I described is a classic third culture kid scenario. So many of us experience culture shock when we return. Perhaps it is to attend university or get a job, weave back into the system, or build a life locally. Culture shock is a real thing. To experience it in your own country is another. For that reason, I know a few TCKs who opted to stay overseas. It took me over four (4) years and a compelling argument in favor of committing, to come “home”. Therefore, I fully understand all those who decide to remain globally local.
I happen to be American (from the United States – US). What is so interesting here is that it is vast. Every single city has its unique vibe. It is almost like each state is its own country. I think that you can say that about a lot of countries, for instance, the north of Thailand, let’s say, Chiang Mai, in the mountains, is different from Bangkok’s hustle down south. However, in the US, the ground covered makes for endless variations of “America”.
It is a unique struggle of being caught between worlds. TCKs learn to thrive within communities using the same tactics that we use everywhere we live.