Hidden Immigrant-ness
I was reading Dan's LJ (http://arakattack.livejournal.com/10183.html) and i got to thinking that i really need to get out of here (surprise, surprise).
I just don't think that i can live here for the rest of my life -- in fact, i know that i cannot.
I just would appreciate a reason why when i am out of the country, i 'identify' with Australians. There are some Aussies that i have met that i know that if i had met them here, that i would have loved them from the get-go...and others make me realise why i hate it here sometimes.
When i am here i hate the racism, the blatant 'white power/islam is evil' shit and the all-round narrow-mindedness, the ... lack of thirst for knowledge. But i have grown to love the beaches, the laid-backness (which can also piss me off at times) the climate (apart from Farmdale) the animals (apart from the spiders, snakes and sharks) and that the countryside is unique.
What i mean by intellectually lacking, is that in France it is understood socially on a subconscious level that you will be able to talk passably welll upon subjects such as the classics (French ones of course, or at leat know the authors), philosophy and history. And i followed that route. Sure, i don't know much abt the French authors but i know some philo, some French history and i'm always willing to listen and learn and i say it when i don't understand.
And here? Nothing really just that you don't speak of religion, politics or sex at the table.
And i realise that i would not mind being buried/having a plaque rested in the cemetary where my grandparents are buried and where i think my dad will be buried. If i am next to my dad, i'll be okay. :-) This is huge for me, as beforehand i cld never even consider being buried here (btw: this all stems from Pat's death).
I just don't think that i can live here for the rest of my life -- in fact, i know that i cannot.
I just would appreciate a reason why when i am out of the country, i 'identify' with Australians. There are some Aussies that i have met that i know that if i had met them here, that i would have loved them from the get-go...and others make me realise why i hate it here sometimes.
When i am here i hate the racism, the blatant 'white power/islam is evil' shit and the all-round narrow-mindedness, the ... lack of thirst for knowledge. But i have grown to love the beaches, the laid-backness (which can also piss me off at times) the climate (apart from Farmdale) the animals (apart from the spiders, snakes and sharks) and that the countryside is unique.
What i mean by intellectually lacking, is that in France it is understood socially on a subconscious level that you will be able to talk passably welll upon subjects such as the classics (French ones of course, or at leat know the authors), philosophy and history. And i followed that route. Sure, i don't know much abt the French authors but i know some philo, some French history and i'm always willing to listen and learn and i say it when i don't understand.
And here? Nothing really just that you don't speak of religion, politics or sex at the table.
And i realise that i would not mind being buried/having a plaque rested in the cemetary where my grandparents are buried and where i think my dad will be buried. If i am next to my dad, i'll be okay. :-) This is huge for me, as beforehand i cld never even consider being buried here (btw: this all stems from Pat's death).