Written on July 6, 2017 Today I return to my home in Honolulu, after three and a half months of traveling. That’s 105 days to be exact. I am so ready to go back! July 4 marked 3 years since I made the move across the Pacific and let my heart grow roots in a … More Hawai’i, I’m home.
Life is about the in between spaces, the liminality or limbo where you’ve left some place but you haven’t arrived in the next place yet. It’s like being a traveler in transit. I’m doing a lot of transiting (and train-sitting) on my Europe Voyage, and there’s something surprisingly comforting about it. As a TCK, Third … More In Transit
(This post has been churning within me for a couple years now. As we pry apart the crusty shell, I hope we’ll find a pearl…) When I moved to Honolulu a couple of years ago, my roommate kindly gave me her bicycle. As an independent-minded person, I much preferred cycling to riding the bus to … More Amphibious Cycling
I’m back after an unplanned 6 month hiatus. Why was I gone so long? I’m not sure… sometimes the journey of crossing oceans and bridging cultures is too raw to put in writing for the world to see. Other times I’m journeying alongside someone else’s story that is simply not mine to tell and I … More I planted a tree.
Home is like a ruptured star By Rachel Kuhn Written July 2013, revised June 2014 What is a TCK? A Third Culture Kid describes a person whose passport doesn’t match the place or places they’ve grown up. TCKs form a unique cultural clique. Together we don’t represent any single culture or ethnic group but instead … More Home is like a ruptured star…
Today I realized that I don’t love the United States of America. My childhood years growing up as an American expatriate in Asia laid a shaky foundation for patriotism, propelling me to consider becoming an ex-patriot by choice. Living abroad has formed in me a disdain for our greed-driven foreign policy, reproachful treatment of visitors … More Lord, I don’t love the USA.
June 3, 2015. Journal Entry. Sitting on the plane in Oakland, CA ready to fly to Boise, ID… I’m the one holding the paper cup of steaming green tea between my thighs as I stir in some honey. (I know you’re afraid I’ll spill.) I carefully squeeze every last ounce of honey from the little … More Brown is colorful
I’m an external processor so sometimes I don’t realize something until I say it out loud. While debriefing the semester with my staff team today I reflected on what brings me joy in ministry… “I love that I can bring my whole self to this ministry with international students!” I exclaimed, “I feel like I … More being my whole self… gold hair and all!
When I think of American immigrant stories, I think of my early ancestors who came from Europe, or the wave of Chinese immigrants in the last century, or the recent influx of immigrants from Mexico. Rarely would I imagine an immigrant who looks like me but grew up in a completely different cultural context. My … More Nalisniki and faith
Where are you from? This is one of the hardest questions for me to answer. I usually say, “Well, I spent my 18 years of childhood growing up in Hong Kong and Taiwan, lived in California for 10 years while attending college and starting my work, and now I live in Hawaii… does that answer … More I am from… ?