Let me offer you
my humble gratitude for
saving me always.

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

"I am so proud of you."
It's been a while since I've heard those words directed towards me.
I am truly touched.
I walk away, with a confident grin stretched across my face.
I'll seeya tomorrow buddy!

The truth is that I am proud of him for even being around to stand there and say those words to me, *as cliché as it sounds.
I am also incredibly grateful that he took the time to share his secret with me.

He is one of my best friends, regardless of everything that's been happening lately.
I know that he will be there for me in the years to come, as I will be there for him.
What's two years of difference with a connection as strong as ours?

He inspires me, he flatters me.
He makes me feel better about myself, in my moments of weakness.
He supports me, he cares about me.
He embraces me, in multiple ways, so I hug him right back...
And, suddenly, I don't feel all that weak.