Oh to be an Aussie

I think, quite possibly, I was born to be an Australian. Growing up in Wales, much as I love the country, the people (well, most of them), the language and everything, I never really did fit in especially with an accent as quintessentially English as mine is. After I left to go to University in Leeds I had a bit of a troubled time and once I'd graduated never seemed quite comfortable enough there, there was always the lure of somewhere else to go to. Australia was always a country that I longed to go to ever since watching Warming Up when I was about 7 or 8. Watching Neighbours religiously for years didn't help either! Since coming here I have felt a sense of peace and belonging that I havn't felt in a very long time. This feeling was confirmed tenfold when, the other evening, I was sitting on the veranda of my 'husband's' house with a glass of wine in my hand cooling off after a swim watching the sun set over the gum trees and the 'roos start to appear with country music in the background (yes, I'm quite sad I know). Sitting there, bravely ignoring the mozzies which in turn were bravely ignoring the Aeroguard I had sprayed all over me, I thought 'Yes, this is me'.