Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
– Mark Twain
I’ve moved a fair bit in my short life. When I was younger my Dad’s job required our whole family to uproot itself once or twice every few years; I can safely say I have criss-crossed Australia more times than I care to count. I’ve lived in the picturesque Adelaide Hills (place of my birth) on two separate occasions, as well as in suburban Adelaide, a rural mining district, a remote farming and fishing town near the Nullarbor Plain, a suburb of sultry Darwin, a drought-stricken suburb of Brisbane, and now in my present home, in the leafy western suburbs of good ol’ Bris-Vegas. At one point my family were supposed to move to Papua New Guinea - I have the TB vaccination scar to prove it - though it never eventuated.
For one reason or another I always took moving for granted. We first moved when I was two years old, so I imagine the whole notion of packing up a life in boxes and shipping it across the country is somewhat ingrained in my psyche. It wasn’t until recently, having FINALLY been given my British Study Visa, that I started to realize just how much paperwork and faffing about a big move requires. My Mum told me that she used to keep a list in her diary of things she had to sort out prior to moving, and she used to go over this list every time Dad came home with the announcement that we were starting a new adventure. It’s prompted me to come up with my own check-list, geared more to a big international move:
I received this list in a forward from Sarah G a few weeks ago, but have been chuckling over it ever since. I’ve bolded the ones I find particularly apt, especially as I’ve had to explain many of these cultural issues to numerous Brits over the last few years:
You Know You’re Australian If: