They look at us like we are broken.
They hear our life stories and aww 'miser' for picking up and movings continuously
People are terrified of their world changing and us, we were born into it and know no other
The faces of despair appearing when I say I have moved 9 times, as if I just declared a death.
But the last time I checked
waking up in a different country every four years

is reviving

When I speak about my life my breath is taken away both because its a lot of “and then I moved to..” but mainly because I am amazed every morning by how much I have accomplished at only 18.
The international community I grew up in taught me more than school ever could
The term 'Third Culture Kids' was invented for us and we embrace it and are empowered by it
There isn't a single person I know that can say wholehearted where he is from
Do you know any kid that can say they can sort their friends by continent
& last time I checked that was

beyond impressive

Do you know may language I can swear in thanks to it and obviously communicate in
Walking down the halls and finding someone that spoke the same language as you always made your day and you would go out of your way simply to have a conversation that others wouldn't understand because your connection to 'home' will always be there
But then again, for kids like us ask us where home is and you will never get one response.
Having the backgrounds we have always leeds to political arguments but for once we do not sit and spit out the information we heard from our parents but rather each with his national backgrounds comes to the stage.
& Last time I checked that was

fascinating.

Living out of suitcases
Knowing too many hotels all over the world
packing your house in a container continuously
adapting to a new culture and society
learning to love everyone
not having a say in where you move but being thankful that you have...

& Every time I check
I am grateful

My heart has been
Wandering
Searching
Finding
Yet I seem to be going in circles

I yearn for something
That I don't seem to understand.
This feeling inside
It is consuming me.

Should I let it continue?

should I surrender?

My heart has been
Wandering
Searching
Finding

Yet my heart always leads me back to you

You crawled under my skin
And made a bed in my chest
The weight of you is heavy
But knowing you're there gives me rest
Tore a hole in my heart
I keep your promises there
Soon you grip onto my veins
I lose my balance, you pull my chair
I feel you inside my bones
You made your way through my body
I need a map through your thoughts
I sit here frozen with worry
You smoked up in my brain
Clouded my sensible vision
I know that love it makes you crazy
But I swear you're an addiction