Today (25th of April) is a public day, a day of remembrance a bit different for me as an expat / still citizen in Australia.
Anzac day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand, a day dedicated to the commemoration of all Australians and New Zealanders “who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations” as well as “the contribution and suffering of all those who have served”. Thank you Wikipedia for your definition.
And here I am at home, trying to work on my next assignment… Yeah trying… This year I will not enjoy the Two Up, a traditional gambling game played in many pubs in Australia. I am still fasting, cannot drink and REALLY I have to work on that assignment :S
Public Holidays are usually the days I am reminded that I grew up somewhere else. I enjoy the new traditions but they are not the traditions and celebrations I grew up with. It is quite interesting.
I am often asked “Do you miss France?”
After 10 years as living as an expat… I do… But I love my life as an expat. I truly do. Sometimes it is hard but it is one of the greatest experience in my opinion.
So when people ask, I often say that I miss my family and friends more… I hate being so far away that I cannot enjoy their company on different occasions. I dreamt a few times that I was flying to France just for a week-end and a Sunday lunch with my parents! Then I wake up and realized it was a great idea but so far it takes me one day to go and one day to come back! If I am lucky with the connections obviously.
Well… I assume that I should work on my lovely assignment.
That was my remembrance /contribution of the day.
‘Lest we forget’ as is the custom to commemorate the soldiers.