|Father & daughter|
By way of introduction, I am a TCK (Third Culture Kid) myself. Not a mish kid, as my daughter is, but a bizz kid (Business Kid). I grew up in West Africa, then went to boarding school in England for 11 years. However, the questions & issues that both experiences throw up are very, very similar. My daughter asks in her blog "where do I belong?"
I'm not sure that there is AN answer, nor am I sure that you can make it happen, this feeling of belonging. It's a process that you go through at your own speed. For years & years, when people asked me where I came from I would answer, "from my parents." And it bugged me frequently that I couldn't name a place, a town, a country.
Prayer Counseling week a few years ago, when Sister Elizabeth looked at me & said, "now I will share with you what the team received from God, for you, before the week began"... (I was totally intrigued, waiting with bated breath - for goodness sakes, these people had received stuff for me, a stranger!) Then she started.
"The first is a word from Isaiah: Your exile is over." Before she could finish asking me how that related to me, I had burst into tears... a very deep torrent of healing tears that welled up from deep within me. And I knew in a flash, just knew it... my home was in God. I had come home.
It didn't matter any more that on earth my home was linked to people, & that I couldn't really pin down a place. And that realization gave me such peace. Curiously, 2 years later I looked up at the lower gate into La Neuveville, where we had lived for 19 years on coming here from Africa, & a surprising thought went through my head: "I belong here." And I really felt it, in spite of the fact that people often remind me that I have such a charming, just a very slight English accent!
Perhaps, when we come to realize that our only real home is in God, then we are capable of having several "homes" without it disturbing us. Maybe because we take "Home" with us, wherever we go?