Global Nomads
Look here:
http://www.state.gov/documents/organization/2065.pdf
I never fully realised that i may be suffering from a sense of bereavement. From the US of all places! I don't know who i am or where i belong sometimes. When i first came here i never felt Australian. And the language! Not only was i having to deal with the cross-cultural aspects but switching from French to English..
I can remember crying on the plane when i was young - i didn't want to leave. And i was considered Australian where i was, but i didn't feel it. Sometimes i still don't. I just feel what others expect me to feel.
I need to get out of this country.
I don't want to go back to the US though, because i'm scared. I went back and it was mind-blowing, even at 12. I knew that i couldn't be bindly 'pro-American' anymore - i had conjured up a fantasy of how happy i was when we lived there... perhaps i was hating Australia because of what happened here?
For my dad, he was coming home. He was not American, and he is Australian. It was where he had met my mother. She certainly was not American nor is she Australian.
I'm scared to go away as well. But i want to travel. I wan to my find a place that i am passionate about - that i love. A culture that i can emulate or become a part of.
I need to find my own place, my own country. Wherever that is.
http://www.state.gov/documents/organization/2065.pdf
I never fully realised that i may be suffering from a sense of bereavement. From the US of all places! I don't know who i am or where i belong sometimes. When i first came here i never felt Australian. And the language! Not only was i having to deal with the cross-cultural aspects but switching from French to English..
I can remember crying on the plane when i was young - i didn't want to leave. And i was considered Australian where i was, but i didn't feel it. Sometimes i still don't. I just feel what others expect me to feel.
I need to get out of this country.
I don't want to go back to the US though, because i'm scared. I went back and it was mind-blowing, even at 12. I knew that i couldn't be bindly 'pro-American' anymore - i had conjured up a fantasy of how happy i was when we lived there... perhaps i was hating Australia because of what happened here?
For my dad, he was coming home. He was not American, and he is Australian. It was where he had met my mother. She certainly was not American nor is she Australian.
I'm scared to go away as well. But i want to travel. I wan to my find a place that i am passionate about - that i love. A culture that i can emulate or become a part of.
I need to find my own place, my own country. Wherever that is.