Apparently, Seasons Change: A Tropical TCK’s Perspective

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When I remember Piasau Camp I remember vibrant Friday nights. The Boat Club was filled with all of my schoolmates running barefoot on the beach and playing cops and robbers in the playground. All of the parents sat around eating laksa and drinking pitchers of Tiger Beer, laughing and sharing stories. I remember many parties and events celebrating everything we could think of for the sheer entertainment of it.


I remember my Amah, Shirley, who I would confide in and laugh with when I was upset with my parents. I remember watching her lay out the shrimp to dry on the bamboo mats in our yard. I remember watching the monitor lizards warm up on our driveway and retreat to the drain to cool down. I remember glimpsing the regal hornbills in a hollow old tree outside our house.


In 2003 a man appeared on the street before our house, my father went out to ask him what he was doing. The stranger replied that our house, number 21 Piasau Camp was his childhood home in the 1960s. When my father told me what he was doing, I decided then and there that I wanted to come back when I grew up, just like him, and visit Piasau once more. Unfortunately I’m no longer sure if I will be able to do this.


In November 2011, it was announced on the Borneo Post that the expatriate community would be leaving Piasau Camp and moving into private, gated areas in the city of Miri. Piasau Camp has been in Miri since Shell sunk the first oil well – the Grand Old Lady – in 1910 atop Canada Hill. Piasau has a rich history with expatriates, having hosted the Shell community for approximately 100 years.


As of June 2014 Shell Oil worked together with Petronas and state government to convert the camp into Piasau Nature Reserve in Miri, which was officially opened in May of 2014. This nature reserve has become a designated hornbill haven for the local Rhinoceros Hornbill pair that has lived there for over forty years.


Recently there were threats that Piasau Camp would be renovated into a resort area on the reserve, the still-standing houses would be an easy remodel and would create a lot of revenue for Miri. However, this is strongly contested because the construction would disturb the natural area.


As a previous resident of this area I am saddened that I may not ever get to visit my childhood home, and if I did, the earth would have taken it back. I would tear up at the site of my school covered in vines and drooping down into the wet earth. I would be sad to see that after 100 years of young families traipsing all over the hard wood floors of the 200 some odd houses and children playing in the large green gardens, it would all be eaten away by the jungle.


In spite of all these things that would sadden me, I would still see the shoreline that I memorized so well as a child. I would still scamper away in a panic from the ghost crabs dancing on the dark sand. I would still enjoy the Borneo sunset and the smell of the ocean. If the houses are left to rot, and facilities left to ruin I would be perfectly happy to experience my home through one of the nature tours offered at the reserve. Because for a TCK like me, a house is not a home.


  1. Great article! Even though I am not a TCK, I think it would be really cool to go back when I am older and visit my childhood home. Hopefully you are able to return!

  2. I love your last line, “For a TCK like me, a house is not a home”. And I think it’s an awesome way to portray your experiences to how other TCKs experience things. Almost like you can appreciate having a home almost anywhere and it doesn’t matter what has happened. Great article!

  3. The last line of your article was beautiful.  this piece really helped me understand what TCK life would be like.  Thank you for your story and I hope you can visit your childhood house soon! 

  4. I found this piece so spot on. And hilarious, might I add! It’s funny to think that domestic individuals do not really notice this because they are usually in one place for a long time, but TCKs totally have to deal with this. Thanks for sharing!

  5. The last line of the article, “Because for a TCK like me, a house is not a home” really makes the article and I absolutely love it! This is an interesting take on what it’s like for a TCK to experience a longing to go back to a place they once called home but also what the difficulties of that can be. Very intriguing article!

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