10 Signs You Have Raised Third-Culture-Kids

The life of an expat family does come with extra baggage. I am not talking about the furniture we pick up in Thailand, or the nicknacks from a one-year assignment somewhere else – no, this is about our experience, conceptions, and funny stories which we get to schlepp around.

Our son was born in Japan and  he flew before he could walk. His first flight took him to Seoul/Korea and then to Frankfurt. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that automatic doors were not the given thing around Germany in the mid-90s.  Carrying him in my arms, I walked straight into a door at the Frankfurt Airport. We were both howling.

Habits are hard to break, therefore I stood in front of doors waiting for them to open. But at least, I did not run into one anymore.

Our kids are only partial Third-Culture-Kids (TCKs), but I recognize these symptoms in them, nevertheless.

1)  They think nothing of flying somewhere just for the weekend to go to a concert.

Cool. We are going places. The local airport is my second living room.

2)  Flying to Hawaii during spring break seems quite feasible to them – until I tell them they need to pay for it.

Our then second-grade daughter had a friend who flew to Hawaii during spring break and came back with presents for everyone (!) in the class. Sure, if he can do it, we can too.

3)  They usually run into someone they know at any airport in the world.

They most often run into their teachers going or returning from visiting family.

4)  They are hesitant when asked where they are from.

When the interviewer at St. Andrews College in Scotland asked our son where he was from, he started off with a sigh. The interviewer replied then, “Ah, you’re one of them!” ‘Them’ meaning the ones who find it hard to define where they are from.

5)  They think all kids go on to good universities.

Our children were surprised to learn that only 14.1% of the German population has a university degree. On the other hand, most kids attending an international school go on to college.

6) They always take off their shoes when entering a private home.

We started this habit while living in Japan.

7) Seeing well-off friends getting a Gucci bag for a birthday present is normal.

Our son once mentioned a schoolmate who got a 18 million euro race horse for her 18th birthday. Then I felt a bit bad, but just a bit,  for not getting him the latest iPhone for Christmas.

8) Returning from a trip and repacking for another trip the next day is normal.

Our daughter came back from a school trip to Berlin Friday evening. The next morning, she repacked for her trip to London on Saturday afternoon. I would have panicked, she thought it was cool.

9) Asking “When are we going back to Germany?” while we are in Germany.

When the children were younger, we visited my side of the family in the Bavarian dungeons. At least, their Franconian dialect sounded like that to them. Since I had to translate grandfather’s German, we could not be in Germany anymore.

10) Being upset over friends moving away, but not for the “right” reason.

Our 4-grade son came home rather upset one day and when I asked him about it, he said: “Andrew and his family are moving to London”.  He was upset, because most of his friends ended up leaving sooner or later.  “Why are we still here? I want to move to other countries, too”, he said.

I’m a baby boomer and grew up in a very provincial area of Germany, where most people went to Rimini, Italy by car for their annual vacations. Or some, who had a farm like my parents did, never even left.

In 1970, right after the Frankfurt Airport was made open for the public with a visitors platform, my aunt took me on a chartered bus trip to this very cosmopolitan city of Frankfurt. We got to visit the airport, stood on the Besucherterrasse (visitor platform), and put our noses against the big paneled windows and watched the first Boeings take off.

We were in awe then. And when I look at my kids’ lifestyles today, I have the same look in my eyes.

Until they announce their next trip. Then they have that look in their eyes… because someone needs to pay for it.

 

Third Culture Kids or Where are you from?

Thomas, a freshman at the University of Nottingham, packed up his suitcase to leave Germany once more this morning. He wrote the following post about his experiences as an international student. He’s not quite a Third Culture Kid (a person whose personal culture is a fusion of two or more cultures exposed during childhood), but lives within the frame of one.

Where are you from?

That is one of the first questions I get asked upon meeting somebody for the first time, and it has given me headaches time and time again. I tell them: “It’s kind of complicated. Well, I was born in Japan, have lived in Germany for most of my life, but consider myself American”. And they inevitably look at me with a mixed expression of puzzlement and amusement. Or they just nod, and I remain in their mind an American. The accent fits, so the nationality should as well, right? Some ask me what citizenship I have. As I am a dual-citizen with both a German and US passport, this doesn’t really resolve things, either.

Sometimes I don’t want to say I’m either American or German at all and simply say I’m “of an international background”. But in my experience, people aren’t satisfied with that. I wish I could say I was either one or the other. The fact is, though, I am a mixture of both. The way I’ve thought of it most recently is that I’m German at mind and American at heart. I think in an analytical and methodical way (the German side), and I am quite open and empathetic (the American side). I know that these are qualities that are applicable to citizens of any country, yet for some reason I still associate them with those countries.

I am generally more hesitant to admitting my German heritage, especially now that I am studying at the University of Nottingham in the UK. I had a very uncomfortable experience in 2010 at a summer school program in Scotland. Once people knew that I was half-German, the name-calling wouldn’t stop. Now that I think of it, I got an impression of what the Jews must have felt like in the Third-Reich. I was first that “f@*king Nazi German”, then Thomas.

At University, however, my experience has been much the opposite. Only once have I been teasingly referred to, by a (inebriated) friend, as a “Nazi”. What I’ve gotten more is that they’ll do impressions of my American accent. As long as it’s not malicious, I don’t mind. I do a decent English accent myself! They probably wouldn’t agree – to them it sounds Australian, if anything.

I’m still not completely sure how to handle this question about origins. However, I don’t let it bother me too much. Once people actually get to know me, the nationality thing no longer matters anyway.

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