The Greenest Grass?
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
Where is the grass the greenest? Do you know? I’m not sure, I don’t think I’ll ever know. I’ve been moving around since I was 10 years old, Louisiana, Chicago, Singapore, Colorado, France, Colorado, New Zealand and now Texas. Often times I am so envious of my oldest friends, the ones from Louisiana, whose parents still live in the same house they grew up in. Who drive home for a Sunday night dinner with their folks. Who call their sister or oldest friend to go grab a coffee or putz around Target.
Well…no matter where I live, I am always thinking about that other place. Third Culture Kids like me are plagued with this disease. We always want to be where we aren’t at the moment. We’re always itching to travel and explore, live overseas, but wanting to be ‘home’ at the same time. Where is home? Is home where your family lives? Even if it’s a place you’ve never lived before?
When I was living in New Zealand, I wanted nothing more than to be able to call my Mom and my sister and be on the same time zone, and to be in the same day, imagine that! Now that I’m living under one roof with both my mother and my sister, I want nothing more than to be driving around the country side of New Zealand. Help! I think I need a therapist! I have a serious problem. The grass is really green on both sides.
My friend Josh, remember him? He just went to New Zealand, I’ve been stalking his pictures like crazy. They make me drool, and make me ache for this beautiful country. What a shame we weren’t there at the same time! He was in all of ‘our’ places!
The arts center in the middle of Christchurch was a 10 minute walk from my house and 2 mintue walk from my work!