Third Kulture Kid in Paris is a relaunch of my former blog, previously Time Out New Beginnings. I started blogging a little over a year ago in an attempt to record, capture and inspire a series of mini-adventures travelling in Southeast Asia. (Hence why, for newcomers to the blog, current content has less to do with Paris and more to do with time snorkelling, diving, teaching, trekking, eating, etc., in Asia. How such fun times pass so quickly!).
Now, however, I am a ‘Parisienne’. Or, perhaps, I am undergoing that long process of becoming one, and trying to understand what exactly being a Parisienne means. Of course, this process of defining myself within Paris has a lot to do with where I come from… my ‘social make-up’… those environmental, cultural and educational projections that essentially create the paradigm in which I view the world. If only it were so easy to just share where exactly I come from.
This is why my blog is now Third Kulture.
Ruth Hill Useem, an American sociologist and anthropologist, coined the term in the 50s, defining it as follows:
“A third culture kid is a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside their parents’ culture. The third culture kid builds relationships to all the cultures, while not having full ownership in any. Although elements from each culture are assimilated into the third culture kid’s life experience, the sense of belonging is in relationship to others of the same background, other TCKs.”
Ruth Hill Useem (http://www.tckworld.com/useem/art1.html)
Therefore, this blog is about my experience and discovery of Paris and France, and those little things that I find over time that make me feel at home…’Home’ is abstract, of course (and, for me, is directly correlated to food). A savoury Turkish Ayran or a freshly-baked lamb lahmacun, for example, could invoke in me as much nostalgia as Cretan Feta or a home-made spanakopita from my giagia in Greece. A good selection of German bratwurst could excite me nearly as much as a hand-sized American Dill pickle or fluffy, maple syrup-covered American pancakes. Marmite, Branston Pickle and Ben’s Cookies could probably incentivise me to book Eurostar tickets back to London immediately; just as blini, a hot borsch soup with smetana or a cup of strong, Russian-brewed chai from a samovar makes me long for my time living in Voronezh with Galina in Russia.
I’m excited to find some of all of these things in Paris. I’ll be sure to include my findings here! More importantly, I’m keen to capture those impressions, contrasts, lessons of everything ‘Parisienne’ and French, bit by bit, over time, and as I go along. Pictures, songs, recipes, words, stories, paintings, history, articles, language, grammar, videos… Bit by bit. Everything. 🙂
Please read notes below if I’ve confused you:
*Note #1: I’m in my late 20s, but still a kid.
*Note #2: I’m no longer attending an international school. However, I will always be an ‘international school kid’.
*Note #3: I’m legally Greek-American. My father’s German-Polish-American. My mother’s Greek. I’m Greek, but I’m not ‘Greek-Greek’, as I’ve lived in many places…
Now Paris is my home, and now, I’m a Parisienne.