I write often about the ways in which Miami and Melbourne are different. I don’t think I’ve ever written about the ways in which I’m different in Miami and Melbourne. I never realized it before.
When you’re an expat and a blogger writing about your experiences, and you talk about the cultural differences between your native country and your adopted one, many people will read “different” as better or worse or more right or more wrong. You may also find yourself in the position where people actually ask you which is better.
I’m glad January is almost over. It kind of sucked.
The obvious is family and friends. It’s a given that I miss them so I’ll go with a few other things.
There’s a popular image of American children that has never reflected my reality as a Cuban child.
This year Christmas feels like it’s something happening somewhere else.
Dear Santa, It’s been a while since I wrote you a letter, but I’ve moved and wanted to make sure you know that I’m not in Miami, FL anymore; I’m in Melbourne, Victoria. Yep, Australia, that’s right; that’s where the presents should be delivered. Life in Australia is pretty nice. As you know from your travels, it’s a beautiful country. The food is good, people are relaxed, and Melbourne has a wonderful artsy culture. Australia…
Before my first visit to Australia in February, I came across a humorous blog entry from another American expat on one significant cultural difference between Americans and Australians.
In the United States, Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November.
My non-sister-in-law and her family visited the U.S. during the Halloween season and fell in love with it. Halloween is not big in Australia, but I love the holiday and I can’t let it pass me by without some celebration. So, Theo and I invited the family over for an afternoon of pumpkin carving followed by dinner. Field pumpkins, the big orange type that Americans use for jack o’ lanterns are not common in Australia, but…
On a day like today, May 20, 1980, my family arrived in the United States.
Lately I’ve been reading expat blogs. That is, blogs by Americans living in Australia. I enjoy reading about their discoveries in Australia and learn from their experiences on moving and living there. I’ve been thinking about this word “expat”, what that means, and how that’s different from “immigrant”. My family came to the United States from Cuba in 1980 to flee Castro’s oppressive communist regime. We came on the Mariel boatlift, a mass emigration of…