Tag: TCKs
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TCK Voices: Marrying a TCK
TCKs are very adaptable. I think most TCKs will find that the benefits of marrying someone who is a TCK far outweigh the cultural differences. I come from an extremely open Brazilian culture, and my wife comes from an extremely closed Estonian culture. Culturally speaking, our backgrounds are extremely different…
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Lying Eyes, Loving Eyes
Fear. Afraid to be fully seen and known. Hiding in a hole in my heart. The deepest part of me creating a vacuum for the realest part of me…
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Reborn
I come before You, gladly with praise, No thing I do will hide me from your gaze, You stay true and my old life I leave, You are the greatest gift I could receive.
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Aiôn-Eternity
Crossroads, Two roads and one destination, If we take this path, We may part or we may collide, It boils down to the decision, What steps shall we take?
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Ahava
The breeze in my hair, Glancing through the depths of its roots, soothing with care. Longing, This space and time deny my heart,
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Sparrow
i see the eagle and the sparrow the sparrow stands on the fence gazing over the field before behind it the eagle is perched perfectly upon the same…
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Joseph Delivered
A desperate storm of fingers Clutch viciously at my sides Their reign of spite and jealousy Their hatred my demise I gaze into their pupils A devil-kindled fire…
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The Clock is Ticking: Struggles in Making Friends as an ATCK
It’s true. With every new friend I make, it’s like a countdown begins. I feel a quiet dread — a cold, weary sense in my bones — that I have only a year, maybe two, to make this relationship matter. Like an invisible clock ticking down to my departure…
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TCK Voices: Not Danish Enough for Denmark
When I first arrived in Denmark, I had no concept of walking around freely on the street. My best friend, bless her poor confused brain, had to explain why we were allowed to walk around town, and why I couldn’t go around sticking my head in other people’s mailboxes…
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Home as Art, Home as Heaven
I looked around the blue-tiled room and sighed. There were no windows, there was no AC unit, and the summer heat was oppressive…
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The Crucifixion
A crown of thorns, woven by human hands, pressed against His brow, where sweat and blood mingle like unanswered prayers, dripping onto the dust—
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The Rooster’s Call
Beneath the flickering lamps, his shadow wavered, a ghost of conviction turned brittle under dread…
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