Post #61: Independence Day – Part 1
As an expat, the 4th of July is a fun day. You get the day off of work, eat food and get to hangout with family and friends. What’s not to like?
As an expat, the 4th of July is a fun day. You get the day off of work, eat food and get to hangout with family and friends. What’s not to like?
It all started out innocently: I wanted a photo of me to put on my ‘about’ page. That, and to have a good one at the ready for the news networks (at least one photo without the trifecta of double chins, adult acne and sweat patches) should anything happen to me. And ladies, you know exactly where this is heading…
What lengths would you go to in order to see a sporting event? The farthest I have ever travelled for a sporting match was more than halfway across the world. I flew from Sydney to Galway, Ireland, to watch the Australians take on the Irish in one of the most interesting, skilful and captivating sports ever created: International Rules.
I loved being surrounded by the sounds of the expensive Italian coffee machine, the well-chosen music, the sunlight streaming through the windows to warm my skin. I loved the freedom of it, and for a brief moment I felt a pang for amount of (perceived) autonomy these cafe-types have.
In 2006, and like many intrepid Australians before me, I packed my bags in search of a lifetime of adventure. I believed that I, too, could live the dream.
Dear friends and family on the East Side,
It’s not you, it’s me. I live in a completely different city. Life is very different over here, and to tell you the truth, I prefer it. The actual distance may only be a few miles, but it may as well be light years.