Memorial weekend came and went amidst a flurry of flags, parades and ceremonies. I have to confess I had to Google the meaning of the holiday, and once again I learn a little more about American life and history.
The patriotism here is fierce. The sense of national pride is palpable. It first struck me when we were looking for a home. American flags adorns the streets and homes in every neighbourhood. At this time of year the shops are filled with all things red, white and blue...from cupcakes, to napkins, to bouquets of flowers. We spent the day with our neighbours and friends, a lovely day. The kind of day I realise that we are very fortunate. We are fortunate to have this opportunity and to be living in the area we are living. Fortunate that our children are adjusting and thriving in spite of the massive upheaval and fortunate we have people around us already that we can call friends.
But then today the headlines of the Wall Street Journal point out that Australia has once again been named the happiest country on earth. My heart is gripped with a twinge of sadness and in spite of being surrounded by everything American there is no doubt I miss my Australian home....
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