Snapshots of a Third Culture Kid

Snapshots of a Third Culture Kid

Snapshots of a Third Culture Kid: Photo Credit – Passport and Plates

As a Third Culture Kid (TCK), I often wrestle with who I was and who I am today.

The following are snapshots from the life of a thirty-something TCK.

 

 

I.

The Almaty I love exists only in pixelated photos

and the faint accent behind Viktor’s English.

II.

All of my stories and anecdotes begin with,

“When I was in Kazakhstan …”

III.

How can one explain kumis?

It can only be experienced.

IV.

My local farmers’ market

has too many vegans

and not enough gold-toothed smiles.

V.

There aren’t enough trees in this American suburb.

VI.

I’d apologize — my dastarkhan is awfully bare —

but Americans don’t know how to eat,

so I guess it doesn’t matter.

VII.

I never thought I’d put down roots,

but here I am—

ranting at the HOA.

VIII.

So, this is how Susan must have felt

in the years after the railway accident?

IX.

Almaty, city of apples and heavenly mountains,

I will never forget you.

 

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