When you’re a third culture kid you live an interesting life. You try to make friends and fit in on one side of the globe and you find yourself lost. Then you try another part of the globe and for a second you thought you found yourself again, but then you realize you’re still lost. In the end you accept that you’ll never fit in anywhere and that’s just the kind of life you have to lead. Well that until you meet other third culture kids. Sometimes that’s when connections happen at the speed of light and you forget everything else around you and you find yourself again. Only it’s not really you. It’s either him or her, and you’re only seeing the reflection of what you were, in them.

I’m not even sure where I’m going with this but it’s really a mad confusing world out there, and I’m starting to think that there’s never going to be a place for me, ever.

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