Today I'm off for a Memorial Day weekend getaway to Boston and New England.
I'm going to spend my long weekend wandering around the old streets of Boston, eating Lobster in Maine and exploring the beaches of Cape Cod and Rhode Island.
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But in the meantime, I have a fantastic blogger for you to meet!
My newest sponsor and a fellow Third Culture Kid,
Bonnie Rose from A Compass Rose is here to guest post today.
She and I have much in common and reading through her post below brought so many emotions forward for me as a fellow TCK.
So read on below and then head on over to her blog and read up on all her adventures in England!
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My newest sponsor and a fellow Third Culture Kid,
Bonnie Rose from A Compass Rose is here to guest post today.
She and I have much in common and reading through her post below brought so many emotions forward for me as a fellow TCK.
So read on below and then head on over to her blog and read up on all her adventures in England!
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What it means to 'Return Home' When You're A TCK
My name is Bonnie Rose from A Compass Rose. I am a photographer living the expat life with my husband and sons in Bath, England. When I stumbled upon Casey's blog for the first time I was excited because we share something in common, being Third Culture Kids (TCKs). I was born and grew up in Europe moving around US Military bases with my family until I was seventeen years old. Four years after moving to the US I married my husband who soon after joined the USAF. During the six years of his enlistment, though we wanted to get an assignment to Europe, had the pleasure of living in both Monterey, California and Oahu, Hawaii. In the end after a little over ten years of living in the US, my husband and I finally relocated 'home' to England. I have lived a nomadic lifestyle since birth and have yet to live in one place for longer than three years at a time. The one question I get asked most is 'Where are you from' which for a TCK is not an easy, nor simple question to answer. I have however lived in Naples, Italy twice in my childhood for 4-6 grade and 9-11 grade and a part of my heart has remained there indefinitely. While I cannot call any one place my real home, bella Napoli is up there in the running for that title.
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| The Bay of Naples overlooking Mt. Vesuvius, the sleeping volcano, in the distance. |
The norm seems to be that you take your boyfriend or fiance 'home' before you run off to wedded bliss. However my husband and I had been married nine years and with two children before I got to show him where I had grown up. It is also a little different to return to places as a military kid because change is a ever present. My peers from school at NAHS now are all scattered across the world and even the military bases have seen so much transformation and development from 2000 to 2012.
Some of the people whom I know who still live there are the members of my church family in Bagnoli. We went to church every Sunday during the total of six years we were stationed in Naples, Italy. While I did not have close ties to any extended family members back in the US, these people became my surrogate grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. We were a mixing pot of cultures with the American military families, the Italians, the Ghanians from Africa, and a mixture of people from other nations in Europe. It was with great pride that I got to both introduce them to my husband but to introduce my husband to my Italian familia. I grew up getting pinched on the cheeks really hard by all the older women and had my belly stuffed with several courses of food at their houses. We got together to celebrate holidays through out the year like real families. We laughed through the best times and cried through the harder times. While my church family has gone through much after my departure, I hope I can return again soon to introduce them to my sons too.
This is the pasticceria I used to go to before church every sunday, across the train tracks near the church. It is essentially in English a cafe bar. In my high school years I would drink espresso with a graffe, which is an Italian sugar donut of the gods. It is where my church family came to hang out after bible study and before worship services began. I have so many fond memories inside and right outside these walls.
Second to introducing my husband to my familia in Italy, I was looking forward to having him to experience what it meant for me to grow up in Italy. To see the old buildings full of history that were still standing through times of war and natural disasters. To go about your daily life, not being fluent in the language and figuring out enough words to get by as you pick up new vocabulary with practice. To eat all the foods I had been talking about since before we started dating. To understand and agree with why I distinguish the difference between American Italian food and 'real' Italian food. To walk through the more shady parts of town and pick out old men sitting outside who were more than likely in the local mafia. Just to experience life with me that was beyond being a tourist in a foreign city.
I got to introduce my husband to the beauty of Napoli. Her picturesque views along the bay and up above the city from the last stop of the funicolare. I also taught him the the funicolare song I had been taught as a child in Italian lessons. Then of course I let my guard down as I was so happy to have finally returned home. This led to my phone being stolen out of my hand, followed by an impromptu stop at the local police station to look at a culprit inches away from behind a piece of plexiglass. I got to then show off to my husband every word of Italian I could recall from memory as I filled out the police report in verbal form. There is nothing like traveling the world with your spouse, even as a seasoned traveler, to really get to know each other better. With the good and the bad that is what this trip was for us. It became more of a visit home but a look for my husband inside of my life as a military kid raised abroad and a Third Culture Kid.
I took this photo of my husband as he looked over the vast stretches of twinkling city lights below and out towards Mt. Vesuvius that hid in the darkness. We stayed with my friend Liisa from Hawaii, who is now stationed in Italy, and she has the best view I have ever seen of my city. It was the best place to sit in the evening, to enjoy the views, and just reflect. So many sights and sounds we could witness from that rooftop location of the city in which I grew up. It is just one city of many that I call home. For I take ownership in every city, country, or culture that I have lived in during my life. I look forward in the future to showing my husband more places where pieces of heart has eternally been left, awaiting my return.
Cheers,
Bonnie Rose
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