As a third culture kid, I wasn’t raised in the same country as the rest of my family. Even when I was growing up in America, our nearest family were a 3-hour plane ride away. My grandparents visited every summer, but everyone else was back in England, so I only had stories about them.
I grew up knowing I had a big family, with a lot of aunts and uncles and cousins on both sides; so many that as a…
