Becoming an Ex-Pat

So, until not to long ago, I would have told you that an expat is someone who, sometime during their life, decided they liked going by the name Tricia....

But, at this advanced stage in my life, here I am, a first time expat, moving to Sydney Australia. Amazing Oz. And I have to say, for the most part it is living up to expectations. What an adventure.

Been here two weeks, and it's amazing all the things I took for granted living in my insular world that just aren't granted...particularly being who I am at the moment...an illegal alien. Hopefully my visa will clear soon, and I can at least be legit, and not sweat when I see a traffic cop.

In the meantime, the first two weeks have been jam packed. Learning to drive on the 'wrong' side of the road from the 'wrong' side of the car. No fatalities... need to replace my wiper blades, perhaps grazed a few pedestrian toes near the curb on the left side, but really, who needs all their toes? And the rear view mirror? Please, over rated.

Can't for the life of me remember my phone number, as it does not have 7 digits, and that's the way my brain is wired.

And then, there's getting connected....that deserves a few separate entries.