I'd like to use tumblr to remember my travels, bring attention to the fantastic yet unsettling life of a foreign service child and to rediscover the fun I had in Zambia, South Africa, Portugal, Germany and Austria. I had a unique childhood that provided me with lots of adventures and a worldly perspectives. Now, I hope to share my stories and experiences to give a greater understanding of the third culture child.
As an American who lived 90% of my life overseas created an identity crisis. I couldn't identify with the typical American childhood and I was constantly moving into a new culture and having to learn new survival skills. I was fortunate to have a loving and supportive family and friends around the world to give me a great community.
It's not easy growing up with parents working in the Foreign Service, but it is truly incredible and worth every experience.
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Don’t be so gloomy. After all it’s not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly. ” From the Third Man