When I returned to the States to go to college, I was fortunate enough to find several other students who were also missionary kids (MKs), and I expected to have found some common ground. This was far from the truth in my case, however…
Being an MK/TCK has made me strong in my faith. God has been the constant throughout my life, with all the shifting and changing factors.
One of the hardest things about being a TCK is that I don’t (and can’t) behave the way people expect me to based on my outward appearance. People tend to expect me to behave like the stereotypical American, and I just can’t, because I am mostly Asian on the inside …
Being so culturally and linguistically isolated from the people around me, and so physically separate from my friends, has not been easy. But through it, I have learned to lean on God in my loneliness…
I’ve really struggled to make friends over the years. Because I’ve moved around a lot, there are very few people I know well enough to be good friends with. And most of my friendships are long-distance, which takes a lot of energy and commitment to keep up…
