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.




The Almaty I love exists only in pixelated photos

and the faint accent behind Viktor’s English.


All of my stories and anecdotes begin with,

“When I was in Kazakhstan …”


How can one explain kumis?

It can only be experienced.


My local farmers’ market

has too many vegans

and not enough gold-toothed smiles.


There aren’t enough trees in this American suburb.


I’d apologize — my dastarkhan is awfully bare —

but Americans don’t know how to eat,

so I guess it doesn’t matter.


I never thought I’d put down roots,

but here I am—

ranting at the HOA.


So, this is how Susan must have felt

in the years after the railway accident?


Almaty, city of apples and heavenly mountains,

I will never forget you.