I’m back to my regular Monday & Thursday blogging schedule!
I love living in Australia when…my footy team wins.
Australian rules football, also called “footy,” is its own game. If you need a comparison, though, Aussies tell me it’s closest to Gaelic football. Yesterday my team, North Melbourne Kangaroos, beat the Brisbane Lions in a really beautiful score of 125-62. I love this quote from the game: “So far it’s as if there’s one team out there and that team is North Melbourne.” Yeah boyyyy! Funny enough, I realized after choosing the Roos as my team that they’re the only one with an American. (Eric Wallace.)
I love living in Australia when…I hear the accent.
Australians have a lovely accent. For my American friends out there, “Melbourne” is NEVER pronounced as “Mell-burn.” Try “Mell-ben” or “Mell-bin” instead.
(1.) I hate living in Australia when…I drive in the left lane without thinking.
Surely there’s a system, but I’ll never understand why cars are allowed to park in the left hand lane. Whatever the system is, I’ll just go ahead and declare that I don’t like it. Especially in the dark. On a busy main road. (I’m talking to you, Canterbury.)
I love living in Australia when…someone says “cool as.”
Or “good as” or “happy as” etc. The phrase just ends in “as.” For example, Ian’s son said a classmate is “an awesome goalie. She’s good as!”
I love living in Australia when…I get to know someone new.
Australians are laid back, but they’re passionate about the environment and the world around them. Coming here I was pleasantly surprised to find quite a few already involved in fighting modern day slavery and similar issues. Once an Australian and I are comfortable with each other (when the “ice” breaks) I can count on their enthusiastic greeting the next time around.
(2.) I hate living in Australia when…I go to the grocery store.
Never thought I’d see the day when I thought shopping in the States was a bargain.
I love living in Australia when…I’m offered cups of tea.
Invitations for a cuppa are often accompanied by offers of food and any other comfort the host can give. Australians are hospitable as soon as you enter their home and I’m so grateful for it.
Finally, I love living in Australia when I hear an Australian excited about their country.
In the end Australia is a breathtaking, heart rending beautiful place. Blue-green mountains rise in the distance and the sky is bolder here. Trees twist toward the sun. The unique wildlife and geography of the continent is beyond special. The people and the creatures “pull themselves up by the bootstraps.” Perseverance is necessary and inherent. I think each Australian knows this, and the satisfaction creeps into their voices when they talk about their culture. That’s a wonderful thing. Australians are a good bunch and I’m happy to be learning and living with them.