Town Hall, 1967
I loved reading ‘your story,whilst everybody’s stories are different there were many aspects of yours that I could identify with. And I honestly believe that everyone has felt some form of “A confusion about who we are, where we fit in, and the why’s and how’s.” during their life.
This is a little bit of my story.
I was born in Gladstone, Central Queensland, in 1967 to a white, middle class, professional family. My father was a doctor and my mother a social worker.
When I was 4 my family moved to England, where we lived until I was 13. I can remember very little of the move to England, being so young. However I do remember my first day at my new school in London and being paired with the only other Australian at the school (because the teacher thought at age 4 that we would bond over our common nationality). He was a boy and talked all morning about blowing things up! We tolerated each other until morning tea when he dumped me with a group of girls, so he could go and play soccer. These girls instantly became my forever friends (one of whom is my best friend to this day). Clearly my nationality was irrelevant to me at this age.
When we left England to return to Australia I was 13 and identified completely as English. I had no desire whatsoever to move to Australia. In the 9 years we had lived in England we had never returned to visit Australia and only infrequently had visits from my grandparents. As far as I was concerned I was English. It was a very traumatic move.
So. There I was. Age 13, in the country of my birth and feeling completely foreign. My accent was strange, my clothes were strange, I hadn’t read the same books or watched the same TV shows. I found sport foreign, having attended a school in inner London with no ovals, pools or netball courts. I was definitely odd. I remember when I was 14 one girl at school telling me to “Go home, you Pom!” I was flabbergasted! Wasn’t this my home?
Then, like you, university was the time when I realised there were many, many people who were different. That the girls at my all white, middle class, upper North Shore, Sydney school were not representative of the rest of society. There were so many wonderful, interesting and different people in the world. What a relief!
So, hooray for all the people of dual nations, and also to all those people who feel like they don’t fit in. Thank goodness for them. They make the world the fabulously rich and interesting place it is.”
Thank you Megan, for sharing your story with Dual Nation.
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