I’ve always found it interesting how some people are called migrants while others—often with similar experiences—refer to themselves as expats. I grew up in Germany, the child of Turkish migrants who were also part of a Northern Caucasus diaspora.
I’ve spent years in Germany, Spain, and the UK. Sometimes I’ve been perceived as a migrant, other times as an expat—until my name or background came up. So when I discovered the term third culture adult, it felt like a relief. It put words to an experience I had lived for years—the challenge of belonging when home is more than one place. If this resonates, I might be able to help.