Making Sense of "Home" When You've Lived Everywhere
For young adult TCKs: navigating identity, belonging, and the question that never gets easier—"Where are you from?"
For young adult TCKs: navigating identity, belonging, and the question that never gets easier—"Where are you from?"
"So… where are you from?"
If you're a Third Culture Kid (TCK), you know this question all too well. It's the opening line at parties, the icebreaker on the first day of university, the small talk with a seatmate on a long flight. And every time, you feel that familiar knot in your stomach.
Do they want to know where I was born? Where I grew up? Where my parents are from? Where I last lived? Where I feel most at home?
The truth is, you don't have a simple answer. And for most of your life, you've felt like that makes you… incomplete. Like everyone else has a clear sense of "home," and you're the only one fumbling through some overcomplicated explanation that ends with "it's kind of hard to explain."
But here's what no one tells you: the fact that "home" is complicated for you doesn't mean you're broken. It means you've lived a life that doesn't fit into a single box.
And that's not a flaw. It's a reality. One that deserves to be understood, validated, and navigated—not fixed.
For most people, "home" is straightforward. It's the place they grew up, the place their family is from, the place they return to during holidays. Even if they move away, there's a clear answer to "Where are you from?"
But for TCKs, "home" is layered, fragmented, and sometimes contradictory:
So when someone asks "Where are you from?" what they're really asking for is a tidy narrative. And you don't have one.
Here's what people don't understand about the TCK experience: it's not just about being "well-traveled" or "globally minded." It's also about loss.
Every time you moved, you left something behind:
And because everyone around you treated moving as normal, exciting, or "part of the adventure," you learned not to grieve. You learned to be resilient, adaptable, and fine.
But resilience doesn't mean you didn't lose things. And being adaptable doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
Many adult TCKs carry unprocessed grief from childhood—grief that shows up as:
If this resonates, you're not broken. You're experiencing a completely normal response to repeated, unacknowledged loss.
The question "Where are you from?" assumes that home is a place. But for many TCKs, home isn't a place—it's a feeling, a set of people, or a mix of cultural touchpoints that don't exist in any single location.
Some TCKs find it helpful to redefine "home" in one of these ways:
"Home is wherever my family is." "Home is my best friend from Jakarta who I still text every week." "Home is the people who understand my weird mix of cultural references."
"Home is the feeling I get when I hear my childhood language." "Home is the smell of street food in Bangkok." "Home is that sense of belonging I feel in international spaces."
"I have homes—plural. Part of me is Burmese, part of me is American, part of me is shaped by Singapore. I don't have to choose."
"I'm most at home when I'm in transit. Airports, new cities, figuring things out—that's where I feel like myself."
There's no right answer. The point is to give yourself permission to define home in a way that honors your experience, rather than forcing yourself into someone else's framework.
Draw a map (literal or metaphorical) of the places, people, languages, foods, smells, and memories that make up "home" for you. Don't limit yourself to one location. Let it be messy, contradictory, and complex. Because that's what it is.
The "Where are you from?" question is really an identity question. And for TCKs, identity is often fluid, layered, and situational.
You might feel:
This isn't confusion—it's cultural code-switching, and it's a skill. The challenge is that it can feel exhausting to constantly navigate which version of yourself to show in different spaces.
Some strategies that help:
For some TCKs, identity confusion and belonging struggles tip into anxiety, depression, or chronic feelings of disconnection. This is especially common during:
Signs that you might benefit from professional support:
Therapy—especially with a therapist who understands TCK experiences—can help you process grief, build a coherent sense of identity, and find ways to belong without needing to fit into a single cultural box.
One of the loneliest parts of being a TCK is feeling like no one else gets it. Even other TCKs have different experiences—your Singaporean-Australian friend who grew up in international schools isn't quite the same as your American friend who moved every two years for military postings.
But the core experience—of living between cultures, of not having a simple answer to "Where are you from?", of grieving places and people and versions of yourself—that's shared.
And it's real.
You're not too sensitive. You're not ungrateful. You're not broken because you don't fit into a single cultural narrative.
You're a Third Culture Kid. And that means you've built something entirely your own—a way of moving through the world that doesn't belong to one place, but belongs to you.
If you're a young adult TCK navigating identity, belonging, or unprocessed grief, we can help. Our team includes therapists who understand the complexity of cross-cultural life—because many of us have lived it too.
Reach out for a consultation. You don't have to figure this out alone.
Maybe the problem isn't that you don't have an answer to "Where are you from?"
Maybe the problem is the question itself.
Because home—for you—was never meant to be a single place. It's a constellation of people, languages, memories, and places that shaped you. It's the way you move between cultures with ease, even when it feels hard. It's the ability to find belonging in transient spaces, to speak multiple cultural languages, to see the world through a lens most people never develop.
That's not less than. It's different.
And it's enough.
You're not alone in this experience. Whether you need therapy, community, or just resources that get it—we're here.