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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: In and Out (04/30/09)

TITLE: Third Culture Kid
By Lauren Dahl
05/02/09


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I like traveling. I like seeing new people and new places. But sometimes I get so sick of it! Because it isnít new people and places anymore; itís the same old people, the same old places and we only ever seem to stay long enough to make the good-byes hurt.

Getting off the plane I see them: Grandma, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Theyíre all smiling and waving. ďWeíre so glad to see you!Ē And Iím glad too.

Six months later weíre leaving, saying good-bye to them. I donít want to cry anymore. I wish I could give them the tears they deserve, but if I do Iím afraid Iíll fall apart. So I smile and tell them how much Iíll miss them. I feel guilty slipping back into their lives like this knowing full well Iíd be slipping out again so soon.

Getting off the plane at the other end there is no one to meet us and some of our luggage is missing. I wonder if I let them go too easily, if perhaps I should have let them in deeper so that good-bye left more than scratches on my heart, something to remember them by.

Of course there are people over here too. Most of them are gone right now, but when they come back Iíll fade into their lives and theyíll fade into mine like nothing happened. Maybe Iíll even make new friends, though Iíll be sure to keep the knots loose so that I wonít run the risk of strangling myself when I leave.

Fade in, fade out. Weíre like wanderers restlessly traveling the globe. Oh, I donít mean to say itís not for a good reason or that I donít enjoy the full life I lead. Itís just that the ships must sometimes envy the trees their roots, even as trees envy the shipsí freedom. But ship or tree, mast or branch, we are all straining upward toward the same goal. And we know that there is a place where weíll never have to fade in or out again.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus!


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Jan Ackerson 05/11/09
I felt like this just scratched the surface; I wanted to know more about your circumstances, why you travel and relocate so often, etc. It was well-written, but a little but frustrating.
Sunny Loomis 05/12/09
We're rooted in Jesus. Good job.
Josiah Kane05/13/09
Wow. Does this sound familiar or what? I have lived in 3 countries, attended 9 schools, and made and lost uncountable friends. So for some strange reason I found myself relating quite easily to this story. It really reads like it was written by a TCK. Thanks
Daniel Kane05/18/09
Just like my brother, I can really relate to this. Planting roots, getting uprooted, never really settling in; it gets so tiring. Thanks for sharing this. If you'd like to get in touch, you can contact us through our website at http://kane.elim-moz.org