When an American has only gone to Canada and says they’ve traveled the world

Why MKs are not allowed to feel anger

I am mad. I am mad that I spent the weekend in the ER with no parents. For those of you who do not know me, I have helicopter parents. The kind that want to know what you ate for breakfast, where you went to the bathroom, the whole nine yards. I have TMI parents. Therefore, it only makes sense that I wanted them to be around whenever I have an emergency, such as having to go to the ER in the middle of the night. There’s just one problem…my parents live on another continent. 

When people decide to become missionaries, everyone applauds them. “Congratulations! Go get those hethans in line. Save lives.” However, no one understands the weight of what that really means. How could my parents leave me in a foreign country to go to college? Why can’t they be there when I have to go to the ER?

The other problem is that I am not supposed to be mad at my parents for not being present in my life. How am I supposed to tell them, “No, don’t save souls, be there for me.” It doesn’t go over well…and I never win that argument. 

It is aggravating not to have parents around when you think you need them.  It feels even worse that you cannot properly grieve their loss in your lives without someone telling you that they’re doing the right thing and you need to just suck up your emotions. However, I know that. I know that my parents are doing the right thing. I support them. I support their decisions. However, that does NOT mean that I have to like it. I don’t have to be happy when my parents don’t make it to my sister’s college graduation or give me away for my first date. 

I love my parents. I want the best for them. I know they are doing the right thing. However, that does not mean that I am not allowed to grieve the loss of their presence. 

HC

What language do you dream in?

HC
libraryjournal:

Your Friday fashion statement. Just the thing for a long holiday weekend.

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Your Friday fashion statement. Just the thing for a long holiday weekend.

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When someone says they're jet-lagged after crossing only one time zone

Why “Where are you from?” really rustles my jimmies

thirdculturekids:

Why “Where are you from?” really rustles my jimmies

I get it. I am Not From Around Here™. Maybe you’re curious as to where I’ve lived before, or why I look a certain way, or why I talk about a certain country when I am clearly not from there. If you want to know that, for the love of god ASK ME THAT INSTEAD.

The whole mentality behind that loaded question is that I only have one (1) true place that I’m ‘from’. And, worse, the true place I’m ‘from’ isn’t the place that influenced me the most, or the place that I feel most at home at, it’s the place I look like I’m from. If I say I’m from America, even though I only lived there when I was little, people smile and nod. If I say I was born in Australia, people look a little confused (I don’t have the accent) but accept it because, hey, the kid’s got a citizenship.

If I, with my nigh-undetectable half-Chinese side, say that I feel like I’m from Taiwan, people actually stop talking and stare at me. Because, jesus, I look like a white girl with an American accent who can’t speak Mandarin. I would side-eye myself.

Or even WORSE, if you say you’re from a few different places. No one aside from a TCK can possibly understand the peculiar ache you get in your chest when you think of two different countries. People who don’t have that experience don’t realize this. They look at you and try to be polite but you can see they think you’re spouting bullshit, and they delicately inquire where you’re actually from.

But that’s the problem. When people ask you where you’re from they are already guessing. If they guess right, good for them! If they don’t, they need an explanation. Because anything outside of the norm is obviously a special case, something really really weird that they have to actually think about.

And is it even necessary? To ask a question like that means you recognize that I am foreign. It means the asker is trying to categorize me into a neat stereotype. If I don’t look or speak or act enough like everyone else, that puts ‘em on edge. It’s hard to distance yourself from a culture you grew up in, I’m not blaming them for that. But it isn’t that hard.

I think the main problem with this question is that people hate being wrong. If someone already makes a judgement about where they think I originate, I have to shatter it. It gets exhausting because I have to get people to realize that a) I am not what I seem, b) They were wrong, and c) They have to overcome whatever prejudice they’d assigned. And humans get mad when any one of the above is shoved in their faces. I have to make them do all three at once. In polite society.

So don’t ask me where I’m from. It won’t be fun for either of us.

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When I re-google map our distance just to check