It's no surprise that I desperately love Australia, both because of what it is, and what it signifies. It's beautiful, beachy, and I've changed more here in 7 months, than I have anywhere else in my life. It's the land of nutella, koalas, and sunshine nearly every day. The land of oceans, surfers, and ungodly beautiful accents. The land of cloudless skies, pale ales, and epic sunday sesh's. And if we're being totally honest, it's actually, not surprisingly, my perfect place.
But before I start my next Aussie installment, I'd like to dedicate this entry to the lovely land of cheese. Or for those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about: Wisconsin, USA.
As you may have guessed, living abroad has been one of the greatest blessings of my life. It's exciting and new, and the desperate change that I needed. It's actually been the single greatest experience of my entire life.
But it certainly does not come without sacrifice.
Unless you've left it all behind to start somewhere new, it's hard to truly grasp what a big move entails. And by big move, I mean 10,000 miles and a $2,000 plane ticket away kind of move. It means no trip homes, no simple phone calls, and of course the risk of missing out on heaps (see what I did there) of your favorite things.
And because Perth is literally the furthest away place on the planet, this year alone, I've had to miss out on plenty. This includes every holiday, a family reunion, two important weddings, and (gasp) my beloved packer season. And aside from missing some very meaningful events, there's also those very meaningful people, and the ability to buy stick deodorant that I, of course, miss too.
But after spending months of discovering the world, finding myself, and falling head over heels in love with being here, I've also come to realize one other very important thing:
Home is where the heart is... and my heart is in Wisconsin.
I'll be honest, I never actually thought of Wisconsin as a place I would ever end up missing so much, because every thing I ever thought I wanted is here. And only recently have I realized, that maybe that's not entirely true. Perth pretty much has it all, and yet I've started craving the little comforts of home more and more.
So what about the place where I grew from the 'new girl' in 3rd grade, to a semi well-adapted 25-year-old? What about the place where beer and football rule all else and cheese curds can be easily eaten by the pound full? What about the place I love more than any other place in the world?
It's hard to put into words why I love Wisconsin so damn much. After all, the painfully shitty winter weather isn't something I would like to remember at this point. But despite that, it is still one of my most favorite places on earth. So without further ado, I present the list.
The things I desperately miss (and would literally give a kidney for):
- 10 cent chicken wings with BUFFALO sauce. nom. nom. nom.
- dollar beers.
- fat tire, blackberry brandy, and the occasional rumplemintz when I feel like not remembering my night.
- the men. beautiful, scruffy, well-dressed, good smelling, intelligent, and manly Wisconsin men.
- 4th of july. American flags, denim, and red solo cups.
- holidays with my family.
- boating. on a lake. with a beer in each hand.
- tanning on my deck.
- lake days.
- bonfires. and music. and beer. and more bonfires.
- the dodge county fair.
- tailgating. 'nuff said.
- football ;(.
- the uninhibited charm of the midwest people.
- my dog, my parents, and my beautiful little sister.
- my friends. old. new. and my forever bests.
- and every restaurant... on every block... because let's face it, I am a food addict.
Maybe it's missing the little comforts of home, or the people I so lovingly associate with it. Maybe it's the struggle of deciding if I want it back, or to keep my life moving forward somewhere else. I guess at this point, none of that really matters, because all that really matters is today. But no matter where I end up in this crazy, big world, I do know one thing for sure: Wisconsin is forever my home.