The things I miss about Aussie...
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I used to inwardly cringe when people called our great nation 'Aussie', as in 'I'm off to Aussie next year!' or 'you come from Aussie?' it's times like these I'd get a little tightness in my head as my brain would loudly pronounce 'It's Australia ok?'. Now, believe it or not, I find myself calling home exactly that: 'Aussie', in all it's grammatically incorrect glory (as we all know the word 'Aussie' is an adjective, and not an appropriate form of address for our noun 'Australia'). it's kind of an affectionate patriotic thing I guess.
Regardless 'Aussie' is what it's become, and what it may stay while I remain physically detached from it in this bittersweet sense for the remainder of the year. Yes, Glenny and I will be home in January, just about the time we've drained the bank account as a result of over holidaying and under working. It's been a lifestyle choice and a great one at that: who needs money in the bank? It's like totally overrated...just as long as we still have enough for a house deposit when we get back. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, less work and more holiday is what we've decided. We don't foresee we'll ever be in this situation again, and with travel being so cheap and easy over here, we've decided to take advantage of it. so you will find there'll be a lot of travel going down on my blog for the rest of the year, and now you'll known that I'm a great big bludger who can't be bothered to work preferring to spend money rather than earn it.
Ha, enough oh crazy one, and let's get to the point of all this before people start to politely click on the X to escape this rambling. Well, here it is, some of the best things about AUSSIE, some of the things you can't get anywhere but AUSSIE, and some of the things that are just so AUSSIE that even AUSSIES can't help but think fondly of AUSSIE.
- Mum's cooking. It always looks like a banquet compared to mine, that's got to be a generational thing. I love how you can just be there and there's always enough for everyone. Oh and requests, yes indeedy: lasagne from my mama and beef in red wine from Mrs Harkes. Yup, I'm sold.
- laziness. There aren't really any slackos over here, at least not in the obvious sense. Everyone's always a go go, at least that's the way it seems: walking real fast on a mission to get somewhere. and if it's the weekend? Let's spend our time biking through the forest, or walking over the rolling hills. Don't get me wrong, this is all very good for the health and all, but really, when will I see a line of people sitting on the chairs outside the local shopping centre, waiting for a taxi (or not), how bout a big queue through the drive through at take out places? It's not KFC unless the drive through queue is out on the road.
- air conditioning. Aka, climate control. This baby allows you to have 100% control over the temperature of your world...always just cool enough.
- driving the CORRECT way. None of this left hand drive, miles or no undertaking business. and stop being so polite, it makes driving enjoyable, when it's something I have such a natural aversion to.
- Glen says lawn. he's a mowing champ. and with lawn comes two certain puppies, who shall remain nameless for fear on inciting tears...
- not having to pay for parking. Even dirt car parks are pay carparks in the UK. Oh and if you live inner town, forget about being able to park your car outside your house for free, nuh uh.
- castle hill. How I long to walk up a hill for exercise....how I long to do exercise. Where's the discipline gone? oh I left it at the shop with that nutella crepe today.
- feeling ripped off buying a book from the bookshop. Bookshops are such a rip in Aussie. on the other hand, books are far too cheap here...
- Aussie wildlife. Even those pesky possums, or screechy fruit bats. Who needs to see a cute little squirrel leaping across the local park when you can have those pests...
- driving everywhere. Who needs to walk? I think I've done enough walking to last me a lifetime, I want to drive to the corner store, or to the beach, or to the supermarket, or 10m down the road to a friend's place, In my air conditioned comfort of course.
- having a very clever hairdresser. Who knows just what to do and how to do it. Love you Loz...
- strict laws. There are rules for everything in Aussie. Even down to how long your dog can bark in a day (Harvey, I hope you're keeping the noise down), to how long you can have your hose on each day, ohh naughty naughty for hosing at 3:30pm.
And of course...
- people. at home, at work in my craft circles, from the past, wherever and whenever, there are always people you know. we're not ever been in a place long enough to makes those kinds of friends, we've met some really lovely people, but after a week or two we're all off to different places.
Done. I've had my rant, I've aired my views, I've made my point. the point being that things aren't all so bad about living overseas, and you'll have noticed some of my points were sarcastically loaded. This doesn't cancel the fact that home is always home, regardless of the good the bad and the just plain ridiculous. There's no place like home. See you next year!
Regardless 'Aussie' is what it's become, and what it may stay while I remain physically detached from it in this bittersweet sense for the remainder of the year. Yes, Glenny and I will be home in January, just about the time we've drained the bank account as a result of over holidaying and under working. It's been a lifestyle choice and a great one at that: who needs money in the bank? It's like totally overrated...just as long as we still have enough for a house deposit when we get back. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, less work and more holiday is what we've decided. We don't foresee we'll ever be in this situation again, and with travel being so cheap and easy over here, we've decided to take advantage of it. so you will find there'll be a lot of travel going down on my blog for the rest of the year, and now you'll known that I'm a great big bludger who can't be bothered to work preferring to spend money rather than earn it.
Ha, enough oh crazy one, and let's get to the point of all this before people start to politely click on the X to escape this rambling. Well, here it is, some of the best things about AUSSIE, some of the things you can't get anywhere but AUSSIE, and some of the things that are just so AUSSIE that even AUSSIES can't help but think fondly of AUSSIE.
- Mum's cooking. It always looks like a banquet compared to mine, that's got to be a generational thing. I love how you can just be there and there's always enough for everyone. Oh and requests, yes indeedy: lasagne from my mama and beef in red wine from Mrs Harkes. Yup, I'm sold.
- laziness. There aren't really any slackos over here, at least not in the obvious sense. Everyone's always a go go, at least that's the way it seems: walking real fast on a mission to get somewhere. and if it's the weekend? Let's spend our time biking through the forest, or walking over the rolling hills. Don't get me wrong, this is all very good for the health and all, but really, when will I see a line of people sitting on the chairs outside the local shopping centre, waiting for a taxi (or not), how bout a big queue through the drive through at take out places? It's not KFC unless the drive through queue is out on the road.
- air conditioning. Aka, climate control. This baby allows you to have 100% control over the temperature of your world...always just cool enough.
- driving the CORRECT way. None of this left hand drive, miles or no undertaking business. and stop being so polite, it makes driving enjoyable, when it's something I have such a natural aversion to.
- Glen says lawn. he's a mowing champ. and with lawn comes two certain puppies, who shall remain nameless for fear on inciting tears...
- not having to pay for parking. Even dirt car parks are pay carparks in the UK. Oh and if you live inner town, forget about being able to park your car outside your house for free, nuh uh.
- castle hill. How I long to walk up a hill for exercise....how I long to do exercise. Where's the discipline gone? oh I left it at the shop with that nutella crepe today.
- feeling ripped off buying a book from the bookshop. Bookshops are such a rip in Aussie. on the other hand, books are far too cheap here...
- Aussie wildlife. Even those pesky possums, or screechy fruit bats. Who needs to see a cute little squirrel leaping across the local park when you can have those pests...
- driving everywhere. Who needs to walk? I think I've done enough walking to last me a lifetime, I want to drive to the corner store, or to the beach, or to the supermarket, or 10m down the road to a friend's place, In my air conditioned comfort of course.
- having a very clever hairdresser. Who knows just what to do and how to do it. Love you Loz...
- strict laws. There are rules for everything in Aussie. Even down to how long your dog can bark in a day (Harvey, I hope you're keeping the noise down), to how long you can have your hose on each day, ohh naughty naughty for hosing at 3:30pm.
And of course...
- people. at home, at work in my craft circles, from the past, wherever and whenever, there are always people you know. we're not ever been in a place long enough to makes those kinds of friends, we've met some really lovely people, but after a week or two we're all off to different places.
Done. I've had my rant, I've aired my views, I've made my point. the point being that things aren't all so bad about living overseas, and you'll have noticed some of my points were sarcastically loaded. This doesn't cancel the fact that home is always home, regardless of the good the bad and the just plain ridiculous. There's no place like home. See you next year!
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