The hectic pace that I was moving at my first month in Australia has dramatically decreased and I have finally acclimated myself to my life here with a typical day-to-day routine. Two and a half months into my stay my life in America is beginning to merge into the life I have started here. I no longer register any accents anymore; Australian, American, European... they all sound the same to me and it will take me a second listen to distinguish where someone is from. I cannot remember which country I learned certain information, heard songs for the first time, what weird-ass animal I have seen etc. Even the beautiful scenery, never seen in a busy city like Portland OR, I often overlook. My two cultures are definitely merging.
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| Block away from my house |
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| Kookaburra |
My Americanness is still obvious to those around me, however, I am observing changes in my dialect, interests, and even attitude on a daily basis. My pessimism is more often than not replaced with optimism, my anxiety is reduced, and I can't help but say "eh" after most of my sentences. The Australian in me is coming out more and more.
These changes are relatively mundane, but their frequency makes my life in America seem like a distant memory. I suppose this just confirms that humans do tend to live in the moment, which brings to light the scariest thought, leaving.
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