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[31 Days] Day 9 Honor

It’s Day 9 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.

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There are moments when I would really like to be a chameleon.

Moments when I don’t want to be white, where black would be so much more convenient.

Where I could just blend in and be treated like everyone else.

I remember that one time in Uganda when we were invited to a wedding.

Basically, the whole village is invited to the wedding and the party has like 500 people.

We were the only ones with an oven in town, so we made the wedding cake. It was several layers high, so that everyone got at least a tiny little bit of it.

The funny thing was that we didn’t even know the couple.

We brought the cake and then hoped we could just find a seat somewhere in the back to watch the ceremony.

Well, we were wrong.

As soon as the father of the bride spotted a bit of white skin in the sea of black faces, he ran up to us and beckoned us to come in front.

No excuse was good enough, we had to come and sit in front.

In the very front.

With the bridal couple we had never met before.

They were so honored to have us there, to have the white missionaries attend their wedding and bring a cake full of sugary sweetness.

They honored us by seating us in front, expressing their joy and cultural traditions with this gesture.

I can’t deny my skin color and it might take a long time until they would treat me like one of them.

But a first step might be for me to honor the traditions they had just opened up for me. And more importantly, honor the people behind them.

What are some of the things you had to learn and honor in a new culture? What do you appreciate most about it?

[31 Days] Day 8 Say

It’s Day 8 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.

Today, someone else has a say on the blog. I am happy to introduce Johann Dürr to you, who I met at one of our TCK camps. He’s a TCK who grew up in Kazachstan and now is in Germany for his apprenticeship. I hope you enjoy his powerful words!

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My brown eyes betray nothing

My average height (2,04m), my standard clothing –

Why you can’t help but think

I’m one of you

“Hello, how are you?” You say

“Hi, I’m fine.”

The culturally appropriate answer exits me effortlessly.

The conversation ensues

We both play along,

Content in the safe zone of small talk.

Then you ask

“Where are you from? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

I fake a smile and shift my weight,

Ever so slightly

I search your eyes

For only a second

And wonder

Do you really want to know?

I want to tell you everything,

But Experience has taught me

That in all likelihood

I will not fit in your box.

You see, by the age of 17

I’d lived in 5 countries.

My mom and dad

Raised me primarily in Kasachstan

Until I turned 13.

Then we moved to Germany for one year,

where the first time in my life

I was in a real school.

(before and after that only Homeschool)

After that we moved back to Central Asia…

At 18 I rented and ran

My first apartment

In Germany.

You see, by the age of 18

I’ve been to at least 17 countries

(Airports don’t count)

And moved 6 times.

You see, I’m from nowhere

Yet all the places I’ve been,

Cultures I’ve experienced,

And relationships I’ve built

Have made me into who I am today.

You see, I’m at peace, finally.

I’ve given up the baffling concept of

an earthly home

For the assurance of a Heavenly one

That awaits me.

But the thing is, you don’t see.

Your box is your worldview,

Your cultural understanding that comes

From the single perspective you were raised in.

I want to help you see,

Help you break through the confines

Of your box

But I know it takes time.

So for now I say only

“I live in Stuttgart, Germany.”

And at this moment

That is the truth.

adapted from the original by Breanna Thomas (the MK book)

[31 Days] Day 7 Taste

It’s Day 7 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.

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You haven’t lived in a country until you have tasted its food.
It shows you how people eat, cook and live.

When we used to go out in Uganda I normally ordered posho.
People would look at me, it was the food of the poor. But I just loved that white tasteless bloc of maize meal.

Until today food is one of the main things that sets off my memories of Uganda.
The smell of pineapple, the taste of fresh mango.
The feeling of rice and beans in your fingers, the ground nut sauce.
And no matter how hard I try I just can’t get the taste right in my own kitchen.

South Africa wouldn’t be the same without its legendary braais.

Fire at the beach, boere wors, tons of meat, and amazing people. No better way to celebrate Christmas.:)

In the midst of fast food madness the US has some great things to offer.
Like a bagel for breakfast or some biscuits for brinner (yes, Americans sometimes have breakfast for dinner).
Like the thanksgiving richness or Christmas deliciousness.
I am so grateful for wonderful friends who let me tag along for these experiences!

What are your favorite recipes from around the world?
Please share so we can all satisfy our food cravings! 🙂

[31 Days] Day 6 Teach

It’s Day 6 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.

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The best thing about growing up abroad is the people.
They make other cultures come alive.
They can drive you crazy but they also teach you so much.

There’s a fact: Public transportation in the American South is scarce to non-existant. Coming from Germany this was quite an adjustment suddenly being dependent on walking everywhere. But even more, being showered in blessings from new American friends.

They drove me to the mall even though they didn’t even have to go shopping.

They picked me up no matter how late it was.

They threw over their inner time tables to have coffee with me and catch up.

They made their love practical and acted on what they preached.

There’s a saying: Europeans have got the watches, but Africans have the time.
This is quite true.
A meeting is not only about getting things done but about seeing you.
The person.
The story behind the face.

They taught me how to eat sugar cane like a pig, how to really listen to people.
How to stay calm when your bus is delayed for five hours.
How to cook maize pap without lumps.
How to be so poor on the outside and yet so amazingly rich on the inside, drawing from never ending inner depths and strengths.

They have shown me how to dance in the rain and always see the light at the end of the tunnel.

What are the most memorable things you have learned in another culture?

[31 Days] Day 5 Stuck

It’s Day 5 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here. Don’t forget to subscribe to follow the journey!

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I stepped from one foot to the other, hoping for some progress.

The task was simple: just go to the shops in a South African township and get some veritable for your phone.

In Germany this is a matter of seconds.

You stand in a proper line and wait your turn.

The cashier emotionless takes your money and hands you the piece of paper.

You’re done.

Well, in South Africa it’s different.

You need to bring some time.

There’s no line, rather a group of people in front of the counter.

Whoever talks first gets served first.

So I just talk my way to the front and state what I want.

But it doesn’t work like this.

You first have to survive the “interrogation”: How are you? How’s the family? How are your 25 chicken? Do you have a cow by now? And don’t you want to marry my son?

A lifestory and some 20 minutes later I successfully leave the store with credit and something to think about.

Whenever we travel and encounter other countries and people, we learn so much.

We meet people with different skin colors and languages.

We eat interesting food.

We get a glimpse into completely different lifestyles.

But most of all, we learn about ourselves and how much we are stuck in our own cultures and ideas of how life is supposed to work.

And only if we are willing to let go of some of our customs in exchange for some new we’ll experience the full blessings of travel.

What were some of the hardest things you had to learn abroad and what did you find out about yourself?

[31 Days] Day 4 Learn

It’s Day 4 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here. And don’t forget to subscribe and follow the journey!

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Come on, just do it and throw the ball.
Ask them their names, ask them about the weather, about anything.
Make some small talk.
O wait, they don’t understand a word I’m saying.
They don’t look like me. They’re so different from me.
Or am I different from them?
It’s interesting how simple things can become the scariest steps out of a sudden.
Ordinary things like playing ball with other kids can be a real adventure when you don’t speak their language and have no idea about how life works around here.

Slowly I made my first steps in the Ugandan culture.
Playing ball with our neighbors, visiting other kids, trying to find a rhythm again.
It was like starting all over.

I was a little child again, having to learn a new language and getting to know people.
You quickly realize that language is so much more than new words and sounds.
It’s a code of behavior, a stream of thoughts, a way of life.
You’re no longer on the inside and part of an established group.
Your differences made you the outsider looking in.
Making you want to observe and learn and belong.

The habit of observing and taking it all in is something I still practice and treasure until today.
And I guess many TCKs agree that we don’t just want to look in from the outside.

We long to belong.

And this might take a while to observe from the background, learning the codes, and tuning our lives to these new rhythms.

Do you remember your first steps in a new country? Share them with us!

[Five Minute Friday] New

It’s Friday, so this means there will be a “normal” Five Minute Friday post here today. Join fellow writers over at Kate‘s!
But it’s also Day 3 of the 31 Days series in the Life of a TCK, so obviously it will all go under this theme. Never heard of the series? No problem, you’re welcome to join in! Find more infos here, then subscribe to get all the posts in your inbox!
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Six years after I had left Uganda I once again stepped onto African ground.
Somehow my heart had drawn me to South Africa, so I would spend a year there doing voluntary work in a township near Pretoria.
While packing, while saying goodbye, while anticipating the adventure – my heart sang: Africa, I am coming back.

I thought I knew Africa.
I thought I knew how things would be, what clothes to wear, what life to live, what people to meet.
Well, in some respect yes.
From the moment my team leader picked me up from the airport and we drove through the countryside I felt at home. Driving on the left side just seemed so much more natural to me than the right (and I still prefer it until today).

But in so many respects no.
Houses looked different, the roads had less potholes and more asphalt, and the people were different.
There were white people who called themselves African, a concept that did not fit in my picture of black-African; white- foreigner.
It took me a while to get used to the mambo jambo of the Rainbow Nation South Africa.

This would not just be another year in Africa. This was something new.
I was no longer the missionary kid tagged along by the parents and seeing what they did.
This was me being the missionary and doing the work, including all the joys and hardships.

Different good or different bad? Definitely good. But so new and challenging.

This experience is true for many TCKs who move between cultures and lived in even more countries than me.
You cannot compare one or the other.
Every bit of their lives is different and new.
And that’s okay, it keeps you fresh and challenges a different bit inside of you.

This experience is also true for just life with all its different transitions and life phases.
New job, graduating from college, getting married, having a child, retiring.
We think we know life and yet we always have to discover that there are new facets to it every day.
Different good or different bad?
Hopefully good.
And new and exciting.

[31 Days] Day 1 Move

It’s October and the writing adventure begins….It’s Day 1 of the 31 Days in the Life of a TCK series! Welcome! You can find more info on the series here.

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I thought my dad was out of his mind.

He couldn’t be serious.

“We are going to move to Uganda. I feel that God has called me to do ministry there.”

A phrase TCKs are all too familiar with. Move.

The sentence after might differ, may it be that the parents felt called by God.

May it be that their assignment within the military had changed.

May it be that some new fancy business or diplomatic position was awaiting them.

The result is the same.

They’re going to move and you as their child have to move, too.

Pack your things yet again, fit all your belongings into one suitcase.

It’s not your first time, so you’re an expert in that already.

Saying goodbye to friends and places once more, not knowing if or when you’ll ever see them again.

I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to step out into the world again.
I was a teenager who had just changed schools and discovered new places, friends, music, teenage culture.

I didn’t want to leave the thing behind I had called home.

I wasn’t ready for this feeling.

It’s that feeling of being pulled by the roots, forcefully removed from a place of comfort.

About to be planted into unknown ground.

That mixture of wild emotions, somewhere between anger, sadness, despair.

And a tiny bit of hope.

Hope that your roots will touch new and better ground.

And so it begins.

(I have to add that this was just the very beginning of the journey, about a year before we actually left for Uganda. In that year God surely worked miracles in all three of us children. He turned our rejection into excitement and we were finally ready to go; yes, actually wanted to go. Miracles still do happen, folks.)

How did your parents tell you about moves? What were your reactions?

Welcome to 31 Days!

Welcome to 31 Days in the Life of a TCK!

In the midst of state board examinations, organizing weddings and birthdays I have boldly accepted the challenge of writing every day in the month of October.

Yup, we’ll see how it goes…:)

However, I am not alone in this endeavor: I am linking up with Kate Motaung, who you might know as host of Five Minute Friday.

The posts won’t be that long so you can read along easily. You can find the direct links to individual posts below.

And of course, there will still be normal Five Minute Friday posts on Fridays. 🙂

I am also linking up with TheNester, the platform for all the people taking part in the challenge as well. There are about 1000 of them writing on all kinds of topics – why don’t you go check out a few of them!

The topic I have chosen for this challenge is 31 Days in the Life of a TCK.

TCK stands for Third Culture Kids – people who grew up in multiple cultures, incorporating different elements in their lives, feeling they could belong everywhere and nowhere. You will hear stories about the different stages in my life (Germany-Uganda-Germany-South Africa-Germany-USA-Germany-…) and what I have learned along the way. You will get a glimpse into what it means to live between worlds and what TCKs might enjoy or struggle with. Even better, I hope to get some other voices of dear friends on board, too. Different countries, but with similar experiences and great insight.

You can find more information on TCKs here. Otherwise just ask!

I hope you enjoy going on this journey with me!

I am not just writing for myself, but would love to hear from you. So share your questions, thoughts, experiences…

New face but the same inside/Neues Gesicht, aber innendrin noch diesselbe

I’m excited to present my new blog today; in the midst of studying for my state board finals I really needed a creative outlook and this is the result – I hope you enjoy it!

You will see that while so many things look different on the outside, many things on the inside are still the same.
I am still writing about life, Third Culture Kids, faith, thoughts.
Just look around and discover more about me, Third Culture Kids, or what I do every Friday.
Definitely stay tuned next week for the launch of the 31 Days Writing Challenge!
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So glad to have you around!

Ich freu mich, dass ich heute meinen neuen Blog vorstellen kann; mitten im Lernstress fürs Examen brauch ich eine kreative Abwechslung und das ist das Ergebnis – hoffentlich gefällt’s dir!

Obwohl viele Dinge äußerlich anders aussehen, sind viele Dinge im Innern die gleichen.
Ich schreibe nach wie vor über Leben, Third Culture Kids, Glauben, Gedanken.
Schau dich um und entdecke mehr über mich, Third Culture Kids, oder was ich jeden Freitag tue.
Bleib auf jeden Fall nächste Woche dran, wenn die 31 Days Schreibchallenge beginnt!
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Schön, dass du da bist!