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TCK: Saying Goodbye to Friends Pt. II

“Letting go of people or traditions is hard because you invest so much in them but to let go can be scary.  But it can also be liberating. Or even essential to your happiness. 
– The Carrie Diaries (Season 1 Episode 13)

Self Portrait taken by Bonnie Rose Photography © 2013 All Rights Reserved | www.bonnie-rose.co.uk


Now a days friendships have a better fighting chance with the current age of social media.  With the accessibility of apps like Skype and Google’s Hangout you can have face time with friends from all over the world.  There are family portraits being taken where family members stand in front of a projection screen showing a live feed of the members who live far away. My iPhone from the states that i cannot use yet in England (would have to be jail broken and unlocked) I can send text messages with it to my mum in Arizona with Whatsapp.  Whether you are on a smart phone, a laptop or at home on a computer you can talk to anyone instantly through Twitter, Facebook, and Google+.  The vast huge world just got immensely smaller with the technology age by which we are surrounded. It is now more common to be close friends with people you interact with online and do not live in close proximity with nor have met in person. It benefits families today just the same.  When I was growing up I might get a card from a grandparent on my birthday, but I only got to see them for a few days every three or four years when we visited the US.  Now that my mum is a ‘Nonna’ she can message me on Whatsapp to ask if I can get her grandsons online  for a Google Hangout.  Within minutes she is visually there in our kitchen asking her grandsons about what they did in school that day. It is a much more connected world than our past. 

It is through that connection that I gather and keep close the friendships I have made through out the past thirty years of my life.  On Facebook I have friends from as early back as primary school.  I was living in England back then during the late 80’s and early 90’s from when my father was stationed at Lakenheath AFB in Norfolk.  I have friends on Facebook from each place I have lived since that time all the way up to my current friendships here in Bath, England. I would say the majority of the friendships are people I have found again through Facebook, whom I may have lost contact with after moving away.  These would be former classmates from the three high schools that I attended, from my University, and from the three technical schools I attended for my vocational license.  What I have found interesting is how I connect closer with some people now as a expat mum with kids to some classmates whom were more of a well known acquaintance than a close friend back then.  Then there are friends that I was really close with back at school and we may now be more distant and message each other once a year.  Life happens and time plays a big factor. It is what plays into the love factor of the ‘love/hate’ relationship of Facebook.  I love being able to reconnect and being able to keep in touch with people from all over the world. Despite how much I loved my camera, relationships are more valuable than any material item I own.  After all it is relationships that give purpose to life. 
On the other side of things, I see often where people will clean out their friends on social networks and try to stick with only people they actually talk to on a regular basis.  I admit I have tried to do that in the past, especially during traumatic times in my life as in the death of my father.  But to be fair I cannot bring myself to get rid of a whole class of ‘friends’ from my social feeds because junior high was so long ago. If I had grown up in one or even just two places as a child than it might be a possiblity. However since a TCK experiences this cycle of loss in regard to friendships and personal identity, I cling to the many places in my life where I grew up.  Where I may not hold German citizenship, I do take possession of my time living in Germany as mine and the memories of that culture that are a part of who I am today.  Classmates who lived in Germany at that same period that I got to know are unique because no one else can say they have shared that experience. That is what makes a TCK so complex and the friendships they make so priceless.  

What has placed this subject so close to my heart recently is looking back at friendships that I am clinging too.  As someone who has moved so much and has had to say goodbye so many times, I have still fought for many friendships to keep going. There is a misconception about TCKs that we do not let ourselves get to close to people, or that we can easily just walk away.  There is a certain way that nomadic people prepare and work through the process of having to say goodbye and having to make a new life in a new place.  That process and going through the continual cycle of it I feel has only made a TCK’s heart bigger and more accepting of people.  I can open myself up to anyone that I have just met, just as someone would to a friend they have known for awhile and have gone through those specific phases of friendship.  I believe that fact tied in with the amazingly large number of people I have met or became friendships with is the root cause of being overwhelmed.  I want to be a great friend to everyone and I want to relive the memories shared.  It can be hard to rebuild friendships with people if you find you are giving a certain higher percentage to the equation that is not being reciprocated.  How much of yourself and your time do you invest in friends and relationships that become more of a one way street?

It boils down to one main realization. By finding friends that I had lost touch with through out the years in this online world of social networking, I find parts of myself and my life I had said goodbye to once already. Why would I want to have to say goodbye again? 

Q: Are you a TCK/ATCK/CCK or a person of a highly nomadic life that has experienced the cycle of saying goodbye and letting go of friends?  How has social networking affected your life?

x
Bonnie Rose


This is Pt. II, to read TCK: Saying Goodbye to Friends Pt. I click here. 
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Top Ten List for Expats with Kids

I recently wrote a top ten list entitled, ’10 Things Expats Raising Children in England Should Know’ for the expat blog network Expatsblog.com for their March ’13 Contest.  For just a couple more days you can go read my entry and help by commenting and sharing the post on various social networks.  

I have posted just a little sneak peek here, but you will have to go read the full list on their website. 


10 Things Expats Raising Children in England Should Know

  1. Depending on the age of your children and how long you will be living in the country, you may be raising Third Culture Kids, or TCK for short. Find out as much information on the subject as you can. American sociologist David C. Pollock coined TCKs as “a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside the parents’ culture. The TCK frequently builds relationships to all of the cultures, while not having full ownership in any. Although elements from each culture may be assimilated into the TCK’s life experience, the sense of belonging is in relationship to others of similar background.” 
  2. Expect that your children will face some sort of culture shock in England, even if you are moving from another english speaking country like the United States. Culture shock does not necessary happen immediately and can differ between individuals. Prepare your children for the tough times so that when a situation arises you can meet the challenge with comfort and flexibility.
  3. Realize that your kids may transition faster in a country as a child than you will as an adult. I had lived in England as a young girl, but with raising two boys in school over here found them to adjust quicker to life in England. My boys would correct my word choice or even my pronunciation of words from the ‘American’ to the ‘English’. Kids are quite resilient and impressionable when taking in a new culture and learning the laws of the land. 

By: Bonnie Rose

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Weekend Letter: ‘Never Want to Leave’

‘I Know I say this every time we go out (on a country walk). But I  never want to leave.” – Ryan, my husband
My letter for this weekend is getting out much later than I would have liked, 
but we were out most of the afternoon.  
If you read my blog you will know that my family loves 
to go on country walks in our home of Bath, England.  
Today was supposed to be a short walk followed by a play at the park.  
However yesterday we got poured on 
and it made trekking through the mud today hard to resist.
With hunter wellies on and coats for the chilly air,
my family of four enjoyed being outside and getting a little dirty.
The quote above was spoken by my husband to me while we started our journey.
I love seeing him so happy.
I cannot remember him every being this in love with a place before.
When you ask your love to move out of country for you,
you just cross your fingers and hope it is going to work.
Even though the two of us will have been in country two years this coming May
we find ourselves in a continual honeymoon state.
Maybe this is what happiness and contentment feels like
when you are not having to move every couple of years.
I like learning new things about life like that. 
Like how my husband now has a new fondness for crossword puzzles.
How working in England has trained him to spell things the ‘English’ way.
For example adding that extra ‘u’ or using an ‘s’ instead of a ‘z’.
My boys are assimilating too.
I have to admit its hard to get cross at your son at dinner
when instead of stating ‘i hate ______’
he says politely ‘I am not keen of ______’
To which I will return with, 
‘Thats nice, but finish your food.’
It has been a lovely weekend with my family and I look forward
to all the weekends to follow.
From my family to yours, 
have a great Sunday!
xx
B.

Artwork by my son, a Third Culture Kid.

TCK (Third Culture Kid) Ramblings: 

You know you’re a TCK from multi cultural background 
when your brain instantly blurts out appropriately answers 
in languages you now seldom use. 
Tonight for me it was German. 
Last week it was Thai.” 
– Bonnie Rose

Third Culture Kids.  Artwork by my own little TCK, Ronan (age 7) © 2013

Expat Living: Highs & Lows

It has been a busy week for this expat living in Bath, England.
If you follow my instagram you may have seen the budding flowers. 
I am so happy about this that its hard to walk down the street
without snapping a photo of the signs of Spring.
I had been asked by an Expat Blog to do an interview about my life living
abroad and advice to other expats and those hoping to cross over the pond. 
In this I realized that there is only really one thing that gets me down.
Life in England is a little more expensive than if we had chose to live stateside.
I have friends who own their own two story houses with basements and land.
While that looks nice in photograph, I would not give up my tiny washing machine and
drying my clothes over the heater to not seeing the views I have outside my window.
With our 10 year Vow Renewal coming up, I look forward to sharing those views
as the backdrop to our ceremony and photographs. 
I have however found out that life does not have to be so expensive in England and 
hopefully within the next couple of months things may start becoming more smooth 
as we continue our transition into our new home here in Batheaston. 
Anyone interested in seeing a house tour of where we live?
While I was out with my friend Libby yesterday having one of the best Chai lattes,
we discussed going out weekly to try out different venues in our Bath area.
Which would be great because there is somewhere special that I hope to share
with all you blog readers next week. 
Speaking of surprises.
I was suprised this week to find out that I was chosen to be a VIP blogger
for Britain Style Bloggers at Bristol Fashion Week. 
 I added the official button on the side bar and wil be tweeting on Twitter about it.
Look for the hashtags: #BFWSS13#BristolFashionWeek
Until that awesome time later this month I have a special guest blogger
to share something special with you. Something else to look forward to next week!
Thank you to all the new readers and if you found me from Across the Pond
Thank you and I’m glad you came this way. 
xx 
B. 

Meet Zia Zoë

A con to living the expat life is being many miles and many more miles away from family.  
In my life my family is already quite small and scattered across the United States already.  
My mother lives in Arizona, her father lives in Arkansas, 
my father’s brother lives in New Jersey, and my sister lives in Washing DC.  
Thats my family. 

Zia Zoë with her nephew Maddox 
My sister Zoë and I are five and half years apart in age…to the day.  
Our half birthday’s land on each other’s birthdays.  
She was still just in elementary school when we moved from Italy to the United States.  
I was on the verge of graduating high school  and ‘too cool’ to hang out with my younger sister.  
In University I was ready to build that relationship and she was busy growing up in high school.  
Since  her graduation from Uni we have finally met on the same plane, but now separated by distance.
  I really look forward to the short moments of time we get to spend together. 
 I was fortunate to have a week last summer and a busy week at Christmas with my sister. 

Zia Zoë with her nephews Ronan and Maddox.

My boys having special time with her means a lot more to me now that our dad is no longer with us.
  When its the two of us with Ronan & Maddox 
I see us filling our dad’s shoes so they can experience his life through us.  
Loss is hard and distance can equally be challenging.  
It is why I really enjoy having Google Hangouts, 
especially since many people can join in with no charge, compared to Skype.  
Video chats are a luxury my sister and I did not have 
when we were growing up as a military family living abroad.  
It makes me quite interested to know what technology will be available 
when my own children have children.

Zia Zoë with her nephews superhero and villian. 
Side note: My boys call my sister Zoë, Zia, which is ‘Aunt’ in Italian. 
My mum is called ‘Nonna’, Italian for grandmother.  
The six years my family spent in Italy alone has impacted our family culture. 
With my little sister Zoë and my two sons.