Apparently it is Third Culture Kid Day. I can’t find any information on why it came about or what the date means, if anything. It used to be simple. Third Culture Kids are people who grew up outside their passport country because of their parents’ work. Now pretty much everybody and their mother is included under the umbrella. 

I remember we used to celebrate Children’s Day in Mexico when I was growing up. We got an extra treat with our juice in the morning at school. I suppose there must have been some kind of monetary benefit with sales on toys etc. 

I found a publisher for my memoirs so I am working on re-writing them and updating them as well as incorporating a few of my mother’s letters. My parents went overseas in 1952 and my mother wrote home every week for the next thirty years. My grandmother saved most of them. Unfortunately it was not until after my mother died that I got my hands on them so I could never ask her questions about them. 

I guess I’m having a rather cynical day today. 

Apparently they thought the Maldives would disappear with global climate change but they are not disappearing. Quite the opposite. Maybe I can emigrate there….