Nostalgia for the UK
Apr 27th 2008 | 11:25 pm
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Nostalgia for the UK
I was brought up in one village and after I went to OZ my parents bought a house in another village ten miles away.
I cycled between the two yesterday and, as usual, the years fell away with the miles as I passed my infants and junior school and my old haunts but in truth, it may as well have been the ten thousand miles to OZ for all the real relevance to my life now.
The countryside is still wonderful and the last couple of miles from the village to the sea could be forty years ago it's so little changed.
But I never see anyone I know, would not recognize them if I did and, on the few occasions that I do meet someone, I soon realize how little in common we now share.
In many ways moving back to England to a different village is just like emigrating a second time. I knew no one and felt alienated and now I've built up a new circle of friends.
Now my mum and dad have passed on and I'm thinking of migrating a third time as my brother is still in Sydney. I don't know if I'd class that as 'ping pong Pom' as I was eighteen years in Sydney then twelve (and counting) in England?
I wanted to share that thought - that really it's only the people you really miss and once they're gone, what have you got left? - you can't hug the nostalgia!
I cycled between the two yesterday and, as usual, the years fell away with the miles as I passed my infants and junior school and my old haunts but in truth, it may as well have been the ten thousand miles to OZ for all the real relevance to my life now.
The countryside is still wonderful and the last couple of miles from the village to the sea could be forty years ago it's so little changed.
But I never see anyone I know, would not recognize them if I did and, on the few occasions that I do meet someone, I soon realize how little in common we now share.
In many ways moving back to England to a different village is just like emigrating a second time. I knew no one and felt alienated and now I've built up a new circle of friends.
Now my mum and dad have passed on and I'm thinking of migrating a third time as my brother is still in Sydney. I don't know if I'd class that as 'ping pong Pom' as I was eighteen years in Sydney then twelve (and counting) in England?
I wanted to share that thought - that really it's only the people you really miss and once they're gone, what have you got left? - you can't hug the nostalgia!
Apr 27th 2008 | 11:34 pm
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From: Morayfield - The Posh Part
Re: Nostalgia for the UK
I disagree
Nice story tho.
But you dont migrate because of ppl.. to or from.. if you do, then surely your a knob.
You move because of YOU.
If you dont, then in my view its superficial, artificial and irrelevant.
Ste
Nice story tho.
But you dont migrate because of ppl.. to or from.. if you do, then surely your a knob.
You move because of YOU.
If you dont, then in my view its superficial, artificial and irrelevant.
Ste
Apr 27th 2008 | 11:40 pm
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Joined: Feb 2005
Posts: 13,098
From: Perth
Re: Nostalgia for the UK
I was brought up in one village and after I went to OZ my parents bought a house in another village ten miles away.
I cycled between the two yesterday and, as usual, the years fell away with the miles as I passed my infants and junior school and my old haunts but in truth, it may as well have been the ten thousand miles to OZ for all the real relevance to my life now.
The countryside is still wonderful and the last couple of miles from the village to the sea could be forty years ago it's so little changed.
But I never see anyone I know, would not recognize them if I did and, on the few occasions that I do meet someone, I soon realize how little in common we now share.
In many ways moving back to England to a different village is just like emigrating a second time. I knew no one and felt alienated and now I've built up a new circle of friends.
Now my mum and dad have passed on and I'm thinking of migrating a third time as my brother is still in Sydney. I don't know if I'd class that as 'ping pong Pom' as I was eighteen years in Sydney then twelve (and counting) in England?
I wanted to share that thought - that really it's only the people you really miss and once they're gone, what have you got left? - you can't hug the nostalgia!
I cycled between the two yesterday and, as usual, the years fell away with the miles as I passed my infants and junior school and my old haunts but in truth, it may as well have been the ten thousand miles to OZ for all the real relevance to my life now.
The countryside is still wonderful and the last couple of miles from the village to the sea could be forty years ago it's so little changed.
But I never see anyone I know, would not recognize them if I did and, on the few occasions that I do meet someone, I soon realize how little in common we now share.
In many ways moving back to England to a different village is just like emigrating a second time. I knew no one and felt alienated and now I've built up a new circle of friends.
Now my mum and dad have passed on and I'm thinking of migrating a third time as my brother is still in Sydney. I don't know if I'd class that as 'ping pong Pom' as I was eighteen years in Sydney then twelve (and counting) in England?
I wanted to share that thought - that really it's only the people you really miss and once they're gone, what have you got left? - you can't hug the nostalgia!
I am with Ste on this one though, we moved because WE wanted to. Weren't running away from anything or to anything, just came because we could.
