This poem catches a glimpse of how I subconsciously find excuses to leave a place as soon as it threatens to feel like a home. I lived in Rwanda, East Africa most of my life and know ‘goodbyes’ very well by now. Loss has become such a regular part of my life that I have come to expect it around every corner. I now live in America (for now) and struggle often with the need to go somewhere new. I have not felt the feeling of belonging somewhere for a long time. However, I am able to connect with other TCKs where we have mutually bonded over not belonging and finding our identity in the title TCK.