sook I had her sitting opposite me more or less day and night for 10, long days. There was no 'getting off the phone'.
I was the soul of good manners, being English and all. She, within her culture would find it totally acceptable to measure 'success' in life via accumulation of material things. At 70, I doubt I'd change that! But it did remind me of a strong aspect of Aussie-ness that I don't miss.
As for homesickness, it wasn't so much 'family' I missed, though it was a bit of a factor. My parents lived in Africa for 8 years where I was born so we're hardly strangers to distance. And they visited us lots in Oz (as they're considerably better off than we'll ever be!
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As much as anything, it was the seasons, the changing light, the broadness of outlook one generally finds, and having one's views legitimately challenged from time to time.
Actually, a famous Aussie poem comes to mind:
"The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror ?
The wide brown land for me!"
... I prefer the former, myself!