Day Two: Geographic Dysmorphia

 I've said this many times. I am English. I have always been English. I always will be English. 

The fact that it says something else on my birth certificate and passport is by the by. 

Inside, I am a Pom. 

And the only way I can describe it is to say it's like being trans. Born to the wrong body. I was born the wrong nationality. 

This is a bit of an issue, because unlike being trans, which I will never belittle or decry, and it has to be a very brave thing to say that I am in the wrong body, with your nationality, you can change it. It's not always that easy. Often you won't be able to see an opportunity to make leap, whether by marriage, employment or a major influx of funds. 

I never found somebody to marry. I don't have the specialised work that would take me over here, nor am I a millionaire.

So, I live in Australia, without many complaints. I live in the most European like city there is. I love all of the wonderful things Australia provides - including a decent government, health care, nice people. and living in Melbourne, a decent arts base. 

But I'm still a Pom. 

And if my fairy godparent was feeling benevolent, I would hope they could buy me a flat in a nice leafy suburb or London, or a cottage in some little village near services, and get me a decent job and I could live comfortably, I would jump at the chance. 

But that's not going to happen. I'm a realist. 

But always, deep down, England is home, and it's always going to be the place that feels most like home, and we just have to live with it. 

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