| On the 23rd of October, 1998, I arrived in the United States holding a passport snazzily embellished with a fiancée visa. In addition to being with my loved one, I was swapping meat pies for apple pie, koalas for grizzlies (growl), and Hungry Jack's for Burger King (oh, errr... does that last one count?) In these pages I will explore the experience of being an Aussie "expat", and the cultural differences between Australia and America. |