Love it or Hate it.

I love traveling, and everything that comes with it. I adore the tranquility of flying, the thrill of feeling lost, and being left with no choice but to adapt. Adapt to new cultures, foods, smells and sights. So if somebody were to ask me what I love to do, I would definitely not hesitate to answer, but I have been constantly traveling since before I can remember, so I don’t really know any other reality.

I am one of those people known as Third Culture Kids, but even under that category we are all vastly different, so I don’t think that label narrows us down enough. With TCKs, You get kids who eventually return to their home countries and manage to reconnect with their roots, but I never did that. Don’t get me wrong, I speak my mother tongue fluently, I love my culture of food, art and fashion. I am one hundred percent Italian, but I just don’t feel truly part of the culture. When Italy scores those goals during the World Cup, I enjoy it, but it doesn’t feel as special as it should. When I sit at the bar on the piazza in the morning for an espresso, I like it, but it doesn’t give me that warmth. It all feels dull and banal. Maybe I watch too many movies, or take words in books too literally, but that strong emotional attachment I expect to feel is never there. Could it be possible that I have lost my sense of home?

At my current age of eighteen I have been lucky — or unlucky — enough to have lived in six different countries within two different continents because of my dad’s job. I have attended countless International Schools, and I have made friends with people from every corner of the globe. My accent in English is predominantly American, which seems to put people off, especially because I’ve never actually lived there. At this point you may think I live a dream life, always on the move, learning new languages and meeting new people, or the complete opposite, that I’m living a nightmare, with constant packing, readjusting, and painful goodbyes. I’ll tell you it’s a good mix of both, but needless to say, there is a lot going on, and even I have trouble wrapping my head around it.

We learn to take life as it comes to us, and with everything you accomplish on the way, you must leave something else behind in its place. In my case, I have learned to openly talk and relate to everyone, but I have so much trouble strengthening a relationship with emotional attachment. I learn new languages and adapt to new cultures with great ease, but I cannot pinpoint one that I feel is truly my own. And finally, I have learned to let go and say goodbye so easily, but then again, I never really feel like I belong.

I hope this opened your mind up about Third Culture Kids a little bit. I am completely open to feedback, and would love to get to know you as a person. Thank you for your time. ☺

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