We hear quite often how lucky we are to be born in Australia, ‘The Lucky Country’, and with great privileges like an equitable public healthcare system, high life expectancy rates, and the opportunity to purchase a home (and with it the great Australian Dream) we certainly are lucky.
In fact, a 2013 study conducted by the Economist Intelligence Unit (EIU) who created the ‘2013 where-to-be-born index’ rated those born in Australia as the 2nd luckiest in the world (taking into account 11 different statistical factors including national crime rates, trust in public institutions, geography, policies, and national economy to name a few). We came second to Switzerland and even then, only margainly behind them. For an easy to interpret article on this topic, click here.
Arguably, all Australians are winners in one of life’s most important lotteries (of course not all feel that way), however I do.
Looking a little further afield then the statistical factors taken into account in the EIU study, there have been occasions and times where the pull of being Australian has been more significant in my life.
Where the need to be on Australian soil has been more pronounced after an accident in NZ left me in a wheelchair with 2 broken legs, pregnant and desperately missing home.
Times when I’ve been heartwarmingly proud to be an Aussie our way of banding together and helping each other in times of need – there are too many examples to list here – but think bushfires, rebuilding after floods, cyclones etc, going to the aid during international crisis and natural disasters.
Times when I’ve been disappointed in the direction of the Australian way the recent shirking of responsibilities to genuine asylum seekers has been a low point for me.
Other highlights have been:
* My husband becoming an Australian citizen and seeing his pride in (officially) becoming an Aussie (he’s always been an Aussie at heart)!
* My three kids getting their Australian passports and their pride and excitement in owning one
* Seeing Australian soil (albeit tarmac) after three weeks of backpacking through Europe with the kids
* Arriving at the airport and knowing that we were home! That there’d be no police patroling the airport with machine guns (not a open-arm welcome France!), and that saying ‘G’day’ wouldn’t be out of place!
* Applying for my Italian passport has really reiterated to me how incredibly fortunate I am that my ancestors chose to migrate to Australia all those years ago
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