TCKs are the silent majority who do not get a choice to relocate to foreign lands when their parents decide to move abroad. In addition, when a family moves abroad or a company relocates an executive overseas, most of the attention is focused on logistics or how to get the executive to settle in. As far as people are concerned, children are resilient and they would simply adapt.
Rahul Gandotra’s “The Road Home” was the first film I’d seen that I recognized my Third Culture Kid self in. In watching the film, I was reminded that so much of what defines a Third Culture Kid is impossible to articulate – sometimes it feels like there just aren’t words to describe how it feels to be perpetually stuck in the in-between.
In Jakarta, Indonesia, there is an obscure-looking bar and art gallery that is quietly inviting. I passed it while on my ojek (Indonesian slang for motorbikes), and after it caught my eye, I turned around and went to check out the place. It’s called the Tree House.
In this wallet, two lives sit together.
Ever wish someone handed you a “welcome kit” to TCK-dom? Well, Alicia Ingruber may have created one for future Third Culture Kids.
So this is the tragedy of being a global citizen, intercontinental.
Unstable, uneasy, uncomfortable. That’s how 25-year-old TCK artist Grace Kim describes her installation on Third Culture Kid identity.