Confessions

My heart pounded as I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. Almost there, Alicia, keep driving, you’re almost there. Shallow gasps of air mixed with a stifling fear. I felt out of control, trapped in a horrible nightmare of green foliage and solitude. The very thing that once brought joy and … Continue reading Confessions →

On Loss and Grace and Saying Goodbye

Re-entry, culture shock, the business of moving between countries and cultures... I should have these things "figured out" by now. Since high school graduation, I have lived in 3 countries, worked 9 different jobs, and resided in 7 different houses, trailers, or apartments (not counting short moves like Bible School, temporary living in my friends' … Continue reading On Loss and Grace and Saying Goodbye →

On Motorcycles, Malaysia, and Missions

Thanks to the influence of coming from a family of boys, I’ve dreamt of riding/driving a motorcycle ever since I was maybe 12. Finally mustered up enough courage to get my permit last spring, and cruising the back roads nearby was easily a highlight of last summer. Wobbly and unsteady as I was (am), riding … Continue reading On Motorcycles, Malaysia, and Missions →

Collaborating: Third Culture Adults and Those Who Are Not

Megan* grew up in three different countries on two continents. She speaks two languages, enjoys pickled chicken feet for a snack, and currently lives half a world away from her family. As a TCK in the early stages of adulthood, she has a very broad outlook on life and the world around her while wrestling … Continue reading Collaborating: Third Culture Adults and Those Who Are Not →

Missions, Feelings & The Unexpected

I didn't like cities. As a young prairie child, going to the city meant an hour-long drive one way, hours of grocery shopping, traffic, general traffic noise, and more grocery shopping. It was generally the worst way for a girl to spend a Saturday. A few years later in middle school, we watched a little … Continue reading Missions, Feelings & The Unexpected →

Third Culture Kid: The Collision

I was 19 years old, sitting in a counseling office, convinced the weight of the world was on my shoulders. The reasons for being there that day were varied and loose. I still don't remember what we talked about in that short time except for one statement. "You are a third culture kid, Alicia." She … Continue reading Third Culture Kid: The Collision →