I'm up for something and don't aspire to have a perfect identi-kit house full of feature walls, 'our family' type signs and kids kitted out in Joules hmm, but ultimately I am a realist and want the childrens needs to be met in terms of education etc and I'm aware the grass isn't always greener.
This really sets my teeth on edge. Just the blatant snobbery we're better than this! we're really different! combined with the embarrassing-but-honest admission that, actually, you want to reject middle class life without losing middle class comforts. So you want to live a different life, unlike the humdrum Truman drones, but, obviously, you need good schools. And healthcare. And to be safe in your own home, which is sanitary and well-constructed. And to be treated with care and respect by those around you. And to have some security of status, and not live under constant risk of eviction, deportation, oppression.
Well -- fine. Everyone wants this, more or less. But these are the signifiers of middle class Western status, not Joules and feature walls, so there's no need to conflate your wish to move overseas with plain bitchery about local decor.
TBH (or, TBbrutallyH-and-also-quite-grouchy-because-I've-been-up-all-night), I associate this attitude with the least successful emigrant experiences, predominately the kind that never happen or end early, with a lot of complaint about the new country being badly organised, irrationally-run and, you know, just too bloody foreign. People who move because of a vague sense of superiority and contempt for their home environment are usually least equipped to deal with culture shock.
You spend so much time feeling that you're different at home, but then when you move overseas and ARE different which is to say you're alternately confused, confusing, stared at, ignored, standing in the wrong queue and about to bite into something which looks like a jam donut but actually contains curry it can be a real jolt.