Well it's that time of the year again where I consider becoming an Australian Citizen.
Because I arrived in this country 23 days before some legislative thingy came into effect I can fill out a form, go to an interview, take a vow to do my best as a little Aussie - and then can call myself an Australian.
All for the small price of $120.
So, I'm doing it. I'm becoming an Australian. The form is filled in and I'm just waiting for my Criminal Record to be sent from NZ - yes make as many jokes about that as you please but I'm expecting a blank piece of paper to return from the Ministry of Justice.
I still remain a dual citizen, which means I can have passports for both countries and jump between the two with no trouble whatsoever. But when it comes down to the crunch - I will always consider myself a Kiwi. A New Zealander.
I will barrack for the All Blacks, I will still refer to my jandals as "jandals" (I dont own any jandals but my intentions are pure), I will go to the "dairy" to get a newspaper on Sunday mornings and will roll my eyes at any Sheep jokes thrown my way.
Unless of course NZ becomes some highly evil society taken over by Sam's evil clone sheep - in which case I might consider myself an Aussie.
But well...I've lived in both countries for a big chunk of my life - NZ 18 years and Oz 9 years that I guess I'm a mix of both worlds now.
Just call me the Strawberry Kiwi-Aussie
Friday, October 13, 2006
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Yay! *squish*
And.. uh.. is it bad that I don't know what a jandal is..?
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