A whinging... Aussie?

Throughout the my year of living abroad there has been some things I really miss about home.  Other than the standard family and friends of course.  

I understand that I am living in another country but that something makes it hard to keep my Aussie ways.  Here is a list of things that I fear will change me forever.

 The war between chips and crisps.

I told myself that I would never be one of those people that says crisps.  Its always chips and hot chips.  I have however formed a fondness of saying crisps because it sounds like you have a lisp and that really makes me giggle.  When I go home this is going to be one of the hardest things I’ll have to change and know that I will have to make a conscious effort to call them chips once more.  And a side note, I do not remember the last time I said tomato sauce.  I say ketchup and a little piece of me dies every time I do.

2. Doona or Duvet? That is the question.

Living with the British, I learnt very quickly to say duvet unless I wanted to be greeted with blank stares.  I still sometimes catch myself calling it a doona and I dont see that changing anytime soon.

3. Pounds or Dollars.

When I arrived I was convinced that I would never get used to saying pounds and quid.  Now it sounds foreign when I say dollars.  It has lead to some interested conversations surrounding the popular phrase “ Another day another dollar”  What must the British say if they don't use dollars? “Another round another pound!”  However that stroke of marketing genius hasn’t caught on just yet.

4. Please stand on the right.

I get it London, but do you?  Stand on the right on the escalators.  That’s fine.  But please be consistent.  If you want everyone to stand on the right, than don’t get angry if I am walking down the street on the right side of the footpath while you guys serve in and out of people and then get angry when you get stuck behind somebody slow.  This has lead me to becoming one of those people that gets angry when people aren’t standing on the right so my journeys are filled with sighs, tuts and eye rolls that I was told makes me a true Londoner.

5. Tube Trauma 

I get it London.  We all have things to do and people to see, but shoving yourself into a tiny carriage to the point that you are hugging the man in front of you because you cannot wait 2 minutes for the next train is beyond annoying.  There is no such thing as person space on public transport and every day I mourn the lost of my car which is waiting for me at home and I can only dream misses me as much as I her * Don’t think I’m crazy.  Just know that I am*

6.  I am Australian!

I’m not a criminal.

I don’t put shrimp on the barbie

I don’t wear a cork hat

I don’t ride a kangaroo around the town.

But most importantly London, even though I say somethings to make every day life easier, there is no changing that I am a true blue Aussie… and bloody proud!