Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I'm not an Immigrant to Australia; I'm an American, and I'm not really an American, I'm a Texan. Furthermore, I'm not simply a Texan, I'm a military brat, truly making me all of the above, and more. I'm a third culture kid, a partial European, and half-Australian, by marriage, and at home almost no where. I feel pangs of longing for Europe, and more recently America, for the first time in years. It took moving 28 air travel hours away for me to realize, "maybe I did like America." oh well, here goes.