So I live in Australia...

...every few days or so I stop and think, did I really just move to Australia?

This thought usually goes one of two directions
1) What the hell have I done? This is usually when I'm missing something from home like having friends/family nearby, Austin lifestyle and food, or all the crap I accumulated to make myself 'comfortable' (Heating and A/C, nice apartment, couch, TV, bed, car, fancy coffee machine, electric toothbrush, strippers, etc) - I am clearly still struggling a bit on that materialistic selfish side.

or what follows is some version of...

2) Yes, Heather, yes you moved half way around the world, HELL YEAH!

As you can imagine, I am constantly being asked "So why Australia?" to which I haven't come up with a good answer. I mean, I know why, but it's boring and doesn't really make for good conversation. In typical Heather fashion, I wanted to think of some clever, witty, or funny anecdote...but I never came up with anything good (please if you have any thoughts, send them my direction).

My original remark to said question "So Heather, why did you move to Australia?"

My reply: "The Australian Thunder Down Under, of course" to which I received blank stares and courtesy laughs.

I finally grew a pair and asked..."So where can I see said 'thunder down under'?" (Jeanette this was so I knew where to take you when you came to visit) This is when I learned......but the Australian Thunder Down Under is only a figment of the surreal life otherwise known as Vegas. Said trou dropping, thong wearing, perfectly toned and tanned dancing beef cakes do not, in reality, exist in Melbourne.

ps -(I can't speak for the rest of Australia just yet - there is still hope!).