I’d like to think I’m a pretty good example of an Aussie. I lived 20 minutes away from the beach, I had a school uniform (though in senior years the teachers usually let our year get away with a cheeky bit of mufti – as long as we wore the shirt or jumper). I’ve been to Sydney and seen the bridge more times than I can count, often on day trips with school, and hand fed many kangaroos. I went on “maccas” (McDonald’s) runs while on my P’s (provisional license, the next stage up from a learners license), regularly went to a cute café with my best friend for breakfast, and quite often got swooped by magpies on my way to pick up lunch at my local fish and chips shop. I donned temporary tattoos of our flag each year for Australia Day, loved my Bunnings sausage sizzle and even now I probably say “mate” twice a day.
But when I heard I had a chance to live in the United States of America I was stoked – I’d always wanted to come here. I was on the bus to school when I got the call saying my father had gotten the posting to America and I squealed. On the bus. While it was full of students. Though I knew it was going to be difficult to leave Australia when right after we found out we were definitely moving, both of my older sisters announced their pregnancies. My mum and I stayed for five months after my dad moved so I could finish my last year of school, so luckily we did get time with both (gorgeous) babies. Since we moved over we’ve been using video chat to watch them grow and I’m so proud of both my sisters and my brothers-in-law because they are all amazing parents and are raising two gorgeous children – who I will get to see again soon!
So what are some of the differences between Australia and America? I think one of the pretty obvious things is driving on the right side of the road. This doesn’t really impact me much because I haven’t been driving over here, but it did take me a couple of months to get past “WHO IS DRIVING THAT CA- oh right that’s not the driver’s seat” (whenever I saw someone driving with an empty passenger seat. Also I have to look both ways 10 times before and while crossing the road because I don’t even know what way the cars come from anymore. Which leads me to a road rule I find pretty weird. When a school bus stops, traffic on BOTH sides of the road have to stop a certain distance from the bus. In Australia a bus pulled over at a stop is an opportunity to finally overtake them. I fully understand the safety concerns for the children though – it’s just something I never even thought about.
One of the first days we were here we went to 5 Guys to get a burger and “fries”- as the Americans say – and I was super excited about the fact they serve an extra scoop of fries on top of the amount ordered. And the burgers are honestly so good compared to fast food burgers in Australia! However, I felt truly robbed when I realised they do not peel the potatoes before making fries. I was totally unprepared and even after almost a year here I will still rip off the ends of fries. I have seen a few places that have peeled fries, though I’m so used to taking the ends off it doesn’t really bother me anymore. Now for a little bit of a lesson on Australia – we call them hot chips, and they’re all peeled. The majority of the time hot chips are bought from a fish and chips shop with some chicken salt. You get bonus Aussie points if you try to eat hot chips near the beach and get them violently ripped from your hands by a swarm of sea gulls.
Something I really love here is the deli counter in Giant (an equivalent of Coles or Woolies back home). It does take a lot longer (like, a lot) to be served but they slice the meat up as you order it, and they ask if you’d like to try before you buy. This is how I got my first taste of turkey and I’ve loved it ever since! Once the person working accidentally made too many slices so gave me a handful of free turkey to eat while in the store. The rest of the supermarket is pretty similar to an Aussie until you look closely and realise all the brands and foods are different. And no offense America, but your confectionary aisle is pretty weak. Where are all the lollies? If any of you Americans go to Australia, walk up to the nearest supermarket, find the confectionary aisle and look at all the variety! And definitely grab some Caramello Koalas and whatever bag of Allen’s lollies you think looks yummiest.
I have also realised just how different the languages are. And I honestly didn’t expect much confusion when I moved over here, I just knew I’d have to say things like “ketchup” instead of “tomato sauce”. I mean both countries speak English right? I did an English course in the local college here and constantly got my work back with corrections on punctuation and spelling because I was writing the way I was raised. I did try to remove all “u”s from words like neighbour, but the one I kept slipping up on was putting a full stop outside a bracket or quotation mark (honestly it makes so much sense). And there have been many times where I’ve been heavily misunderstood even though I try my best to talk clearly, especially when ordering food. I also get a lot of excited people who complement my accent and ask “so you’re from (either England, New Zealand, or South Africa) right?” which is pretty entertaining.
There’s a load more random things that are different in America that I didn’t expect but I think I’ve written enough for now. If you have any feedback please comment below 🙂