A new nationality has been born from the main two nations south of the equator.
It derives from a child being taken out of their own country at a young age and thrust into a new one, in which their accent is believed to be a learning impediment.
For a long time, when people asked me where I was from and I replied, New Zealand, I didn’t quite understand the funny looks I received. Granted, I left the land of the long white cloud at the young age of 4 (and three quarters), and my subsequent accent went with it four short years later (much to the disappointment of my school mates). So in hindsight, I understand why people just didn’t get why a little white girl who said words like ‘straya,’ ‘maccas’ and ‘arvo’ decided she was from New Zealand.
If someone asked you which country was most patriotic in the world, 9 out of ten people would say America without hesitation. What people don’t realise is New Zealanders, particularly, New Zealanders in Australia, are probably the most patriotic of them all. I’m not sure if it’s the sibling-like rivalry between the two countries or the fact that the Australian government really doesn’t want to give kiwis citizenship, but being a kiwi in Australia really makes you attempt to hold onto that accent as long as you can (mainly because the next accent is just as bad, if not worse).
Going back home these days provides a certain nationality crisis for those in this position. At least twice a day a family member is guaranteed to say, “God, you’re so Australian,” or, “Yeah, that’s the Australian in you.” Whilst shopkeepers constantly ask you what you’re up to on ‘this side of the ditch,’ to which a screaming reply of “this is my home” is apparently not the accepted response.
As my 14th year in Australia comes to a close I’m both thankful and remorseful at my parents for bringing me to a county in which One Direction tours, but also struggles to understand the game of rugby, which is basically a national crime in New Zealand.
I probably wouldn’t be as loud or brash if I had stayed in New Zealand, traits which often bring about the god awful, “That’s the Australian in you,” but I would probably be a little bit more in love with Daniel Carter than I already am, and I don’t think he’d be able to handle that.
To those New Zealand-Australians struggling through a nationality crisis, remember, you come from the land of the mighty All Blacks, and you don’t have a hecs (study) loan to pay off because your parents are forced to pay your university fees upfront (cheers tony).
We’re the real winners here.