“Melbourne… Australia”
Time paused momentarily as those two words flashed on my phone’s worn-out screen. My friend snatched it out of my hand, nosily wanting to know what text message had grabbed my attention.
I noticed her smile fading away, and then swiftly returning, trying to be optimistic about what she had just read.
“Australia. I’ve always wanted to go there!”
After a few short minutes of enthusiastic conversation, I started to observe the people around me in the school yard: My basketball teammates who were treading up and down the court, my best friends enjoying the sun while sipping on juice boxes, and a teacher scolding the class-clown for having his pants down too low. Once again I’d be leaving this life behind to start another.
This is the life of a Third Culture Kid (TCK).
