I can’t lie. Before we moved down under I got a little, let’s say tired, yes tired of answering the same questions over and over and over … I considered wearing a shirt that said the following:
We are moving to Perth. No, it’s not near Sydney, it is actually the most remote major city in the world. If Australia was the US, Perth would be San Diego in both location and climate. No, I am not going to get bored. No, I don’t know how long we are going to live there.
The only problem is that the tee-shirt shop charged by the letter … When we boarded our first flight I was ecstatic that I would not have to be providing those answers anymore (by the way – I’m sure you could figure out the questions based on my response – if not … well, I don’t recommend auditioning for Jeopardy because you’re, how do I say it lightly – a dum-dum).
Now that I’m here and meeting new people quite frequently – It’s become a new set of questions …
- “Where are you from?” This is where I answer “South Perth” (the suburb in which I reside). They then just keep staring at me not knowing how to proceed.
- The more persistent people ask something along the line of “But your accent, where are you really from?” To which I answer “We moved from Kansas”. Which is followed by a blank stare from the inquisitor so I clarify with “But I’m originally from Nebraska”. In which case the blank stare is widened.
- For the people that have heard of Kansas they immediately respond with a “do you have red shoes?” or “oh, like Dorothy” … or the best random response ever of “Oklahoma is my favourite musical!” … which I was tempted to break out into the ballet dream sequence …
- If they still have the blank stare I then I just say “It’s North of Texas” and they get the general idea.