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  • The Small Things Australians Miss After Moving to America

    The Small Things Australians Miss After Moving to America

    You think the big things will be what you miss when you move overseas.

    Family. Friends. Familiar places.

    And you do miss those things.

    But honestly… some of the strongest homesickness hits come from standing in an American supermarket looking for chicken salt.

    Or opening a packet of “Australian-style” lollies and realising they just don’t taste right.

    I’ve lived in America for around eight years now, and over time I’ve realised that home slowly becomes a collection of tiny things.

    Little routines. Familiar foods. Smells. Phrases.

    Small comforts that quietly remind you who you are.

    Australian food care packages for expat overseas
    A typical care package from Australia never lasts long in our house.

    Vegemite Becomes a Survival Item

    We go through a lot of Vegemite in our house.

    We normally keep four or five jars in the cupboard at any given time.
    I have it most mornings on toast, and both of our girls love it too. Nikki’s mum sends it to us in bulk from Australia, so at any given moment there are usually four or five jars sitting in the cupboard like emergency supplies.

    If we ever got down to one jar, I’d probably start rationing it.

    Americans are fascinated by Vegemite too. Whenever friends come over, it eventually turns into:
    “Alright then… let’s see you try it.”

    The reactions are usually dramatic. But for Australians overseas, Vegemite isn’t really about the taste anymore. It’s familiarity. It’s routine. It’s sitting at the kitchen table in the morning feeling, for a few minutes at least, like you’re back home again.

    I talked more about the strange experience of keeping an Australian identity while living overseas in this article:

    Allens snake lollies

    Australian Road Trips Just Feel Different

    One of the things I never expected to miss was Australian road trip culture.

    Growing up, road trips for us usually meant driving from Canberra to the coast, or inland to see Nikki’s family in Griffith. And before every trip, there was always the same ritual.

    Fill up the car.

    Go into the servo.

    Buy a bag of Allen’s snakes, maybe some other lollies, and drinks for the drive.

    There was something oddly comforting about it.

    Now, in America, we’ve replaced that ritual with Buc-ee’s stops.

    And honestly? Buc-ee’s is incredible.

    Australia has absolutely nothing like it.

    But even now, grabbing nuts or lunch at Buc-ee’s still doesn’t quite hit the same emotional note as buying a bag of snakes before heading down the highway in Australia.

    Part of that is because the lollies here just aren’t the same. The snakes are too sweet. Even the Cadbury chocolate tastes different because the version sold here is British Cadbury, not Australian Cadbury. You don’t realise how specific your memories are until you try to recreate them somewhere else.

    Every now and then we’ll order a mixed Australian lolly box online just because we are feeling homesick.

    • I’ve spoken before about how living overseas slowly changes the way you think, sound and even remember home, the below video is a great example of that.

    Care Packages Mean More Than You’d Think

    Care packages from Australia hit differently when you live overseas.

    Nikki’s mum sends boxes over for us and the girls, usually packed with Australian food, little gifts, chocolates, random surprises… and somehow it always feels bigger than just “stuff.”

    australian care package sent to expat overseas

    One year my old workplace in Australia sent us a huge Christmas box filled with Australian snacks, games, soccer balls, all sorts of things.

    It honestly felt like someone had posted a piece of Australia directly to our front door.

    And for the girls, it’s not even necessarily the food they love most.

    It’s knowing that Nanna packed it.

    That connection matters.

    I will admit though that they always beat me to the Caramello Koalas, they barely last a few days.

    Australian Bakeries Overseas Are Usually Disappointing

    This might upset a few people, but Australian bakeries overseas are almost always disappointing.

    We’ve been to Australian bakeries in America — including one in Atlanta that’s pretty good — but it’s still not quite the same.

    There’s also an Australian-owned café near us in Tennessee that sells meat pies and sausage rolls.

    Again… not even close to home.

    The funny thing is, the first thing I want when I land back in Australia isn’t anything fancy.

    It’s a bakery stop.

    A sausage roll.

    A meat pie.

    A vanilla slice.

    And an iced coffee Dare.

    That’s home.

    I make my own sausage rolls here now because sometimes it’s easier than trying to recreate the feeling through substitutes. We buy Jamaican meat pies and chicken pasties occasionally too, and while they’re definitely not Australian pies, they scratch a similar itch. Close enough becomes an important concept when you live overseas.

    Smells Become Emotional Time Machines

    Smell might actually be the strongest trigger of all.

    The bush after rain.

    Gum trees.

    The ocean.

    Jervis Bay National Park Australia

    Sunscreen.

    That hot Australian air right before a storm rolls in.

    Sometimes you’ll randomly smell something in America that takes you straight back to Australia for half a second before reality catches up again.

    It’s strange how powerful that can be. Even thinking about it now makes me a bit homesick.

    Watching Your Kids Grow Up Between Two Cultures

    One of the strangest parts of living overseas long term is watching your kids slowly become a blend of both countries.

    We still celebrate Australia Day at home, although having a barbecue in January is a bit harder when there’s snow outside in Tennessee.

    I try teaching the girls Aussie slang too.

    “How’s it goin’ mate.”
    “Yeah nah.”
    “No worries.”

    And Georgia especially will switch between Australian and American words or accents depending on who she’s talking to.

    It’s fascinating to watch.

    Because in some ways, that’s exactly what living overseas feels like yourself. You slowly become a mix of places.

    The Small Things Matter More Than You Expect

    I think that’s the biggest surprise about moving overseas.

    Home stops being one giant thing.

    It becomes little things.

    A jar of Vegemite in the cupboard.

    A care package from family.

    A bag of snakes before a road trip.

    A bakery stop after a long flight.

    A phrase your kids still say with an Australian accent.

    Tiny things that remind you who you were before life got complicated.

    And maybe that’s why Australians overseas hold onto those small comforts so tightly. Because sometimes the smallest things are the ones that make a place feel like home again.

    If you enjoy these Australia vs America reflections, I also talk about them regularly over on the podcast and YouTube channel:

  • What Americans Always Ask Australians (And What They’re Really Getting At)

    What Americans Always Ask Australians (And What They’re Really Getting At)

    There’s a moment that happens pretty quickly when you move overseas.

    Someone hears your accent…
    pauses for half a second…
    and then decides to ask something.

    Not always the same thing.

    But close enough.

    After a while, you start to recognise the pattern —
    and not just the questions themselves,
    but it’s what’s sitting underneath them.

    Because it’s not really curiosity about Australia.

    It’s someone trying to work out…
    who you are.

    Where you fit.

    What’s different.
    What’s familiar.

    And I’ve realised over time —
    I’ve done exactly the same thing in reverse.

    The animal question always comes first

    It usually opens with some version of:

    “Doesn’t everything in Australia want to kill you?”

    Spiders. Snakes. Sharks.

    Sometimes all three in the same sentence.

    And the answer is… not really.

    We’re not navigating daily life like it’s a survival show.

    But there are small habits that probably sound strange if you didn’t grow up with them.

    Like checking your shoes before putting them on.

    Quick shake. Done.

    It’s not fear.
    It’s just… normal.

    What surprised me later was realising how relative that is.

    The first time I saw a bear here in Tennessee, I stopped and stared like it was something out of a documentary.

    Meanwhile, everyone else just… kept moving.

    The moment your accent stops working

    There’s a second phase that comes after the animal question.

    It’s quieter.

    Usually just one word:

    “Huh?”

    Drive-throughs are where it shows up the most.

    Something about the speaker, the speed, the expectation — it just doesn’t line up.

    You repeat yourself. Slow it down. Try again.

    Sometimes it clicks.

    Sometimes it doesn’t.

    And occasionally… it’s easier to change restaurants than change your accent.

    It’s not frustration, really.

    More like a reminder that language isn’t just words — it’s rhythm, tone, familiarity.

    Then come the questions that reveal assumptions

    Some questions aren’t really about information.

    They’re about what people have already been told.

    “Do you celebrate Thanksgiving?”

    We don’t have anything like it in Australia.

    But it’s become one of my favourite parts of living here.

    There’s something about the simplicity of it.

    No presents. No expectations.

    Just food, time, and people staying a little longer than usual.

    The conversations tend to drift a bit deeper.

    The pace softens.

    It feels… intentional.

    It’s one of those things you don’t realise you’re missing until you experience it.

    👉Read more: Is American Friendliness Real or Fake?

    👉 The Ultimate Thanksgiving Cookbook

    “Does the water spin the other way?”

    This one sits somewhere between science and myth.

    And for a moment, it actually made me question my own memory.

    Like… have I just never noticed this?

    But no.

    Water just goes down the drain.

    Same as everywhere else.

    I’ve found the easiest way to handle it is confidence.

    “It’s the Coriolis effect.”

    No explanation.

    Just enough certainty to move things along.

    “Do you speak English in Australia?”

    I usually say:

    “Nah, picked it up when I got here.”

    There’s always a brief pause while that lands.

    And then the realisation.

    But in fairness — it goes both ways.

    There are accents here I still struggle with.

    Moments where I’ve had to stop and think:

    “…that’s English, is it?”

    It’s not about intelligence.

    It’s just exposure.

    The question that’s really about you

    At some point, the tone shifts slightly.

    The question becomes more personal.

    “Why would you move here from Australia?”

    Sometimes I joke about the emu war.

    Sometimes I don’t.

    Because the real answer isn’t dramatic.

    I just wanted to experience something different.

    But living somewhere else does something you don’t expect.

    It makes you notice things you never paid attention to before.

    About the place you moved to.

    And about the place you came from.

    👉 Read more: This Week in America: Warmth, Friendship & Cultural Differences

    The version of Australia people carry in their head

    A lot of the questions come from a very specific picture of Australia.

    Hot. Flat. Beaches. Outback.

    So when you mention snow… it throws people.

    But it does snow.

    Not everywhere. Not often.

    But enough to shift that image slightly.

    Australia isn’t one thing.

    It’s just the version people have seen is usually the simplest one.

    And then there are the lines that never quite go away

    “Put a shrimp on the barbie.”

    It still comes up.

    Usually with a smile.

    And to be fair… I get it.

    Every country has those phrases that travel further than reality.

    I’ll normally just say:

    “We call them prawns.”

    And that’s usually enough.

    What I’ve come to realise

    After a while, the questions matter less.

    You stop hearing them as literal.

    And start hearing what they’re really about.

    Someone noticing something unfamiliar…
    and trying to make sense of it.

    The same way I’ve done here.

    Just in reverse.

    🎬 If you prefer watching this instead

    A quieter reflection

    If you enjoy these small moments — the things you don’t notice until you do —
    I talk about them more in my weekly podcast:

    👉 This Week in America

    It’s a bit looser.
    More like a conversation than a video.

    Final thought

    Living overseas doesn’t change who you are.

    It just removes the shortcuts.

    And suddenly, things you never questioned before…
    become visible.

    Thanks for reading. Hoo roo maties.

  • Why Americans Say “You’re Welcome” So Often

    Why Americans Say “You’re Welcome” So Often

    Some of the biggest cultural differences between Australia and the United States aren’t loud ones.

    They’re tiny.

    A phrase.
    A pause.
    A moment in conversation.

    One of those moments appears right after someone says “thank you.”

    Because what happens next is surprisingly different.

    The small phrase that closes the moment

    When I first started visiting the United States years ago, before we ever moved here, I noticed something that felt quietly comforting.

    Every time I said thank you, the response was almost automatic.

    “You’re welcome.”

    Shop counters.
    Coffee shops.
    Hotel desks.

    It was everywhere.

    At first it actually sounded slightly unusual to my ears — not because it was wrong, but because it was so consistent. It felt like every interaction had the same closing line.

    But over time I realised what made it stand out.

    It wasn’t just politeness.

    It was completion.

    The exchange finished neatly.

    You thanked someone.
    They acknowledged it.
    The moment landed, and then it ended.

    The Australian instinct is different

    Australians rarely say “you’re welcome.”

    Instead, our responses usually sound something like this:

    • “No worries.”
    • “All good.”
    • “Too easy.”
    • “No dramas.”

    Those phrases do something slightly different culturally.

    They minimise the action.

    Rather than accepting the gratitude directly, Australians instinctively soften it. The underlying message is usually something like:

    “It wasn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”

    There’s humility in that. Almost an instinct to keep everyone on the same level rather than standing in the spotlight of gratitude for too long.

    Even after eight years in America, my automatic response is still often “no worries.”

    It’s muscle memory.

    Identity memory.

    And when I hear it from another Australian, it still feels familiar.

    Why “you’re welcome” feels different in America

    Living in the United States long enough, you start to understand the cultural logic behind things like this.

    When someone says “you’re welcome” warmly, especially here in the American South, they’re not elevating themselves.

    They’re acknowledging the exchange.

    The gratitude isn’t brushed aside.

    It’s received.

    There’s a small pause — almost a half-beat — where the moment settles before the conversation moves on.

    That sense of finishing the interaction is something I’ve grown to appreciate over time.

    Interestingly, this fits into a broader pattern I noticed when living here. Americans often use small social rituals to reduce friction in everyday interactions — apologising before asking for help, softening requests, or buffering feedback. It’s a patterned form of politeness that shows up repeatedly in daily life.

    Different culture. Different rhythm.

    Same country, different tempo

    Another thing I’ve noticed is that this rhythm changes depending on where you are in the United States.

    In slower places — Nashville, Savannah, small towns across the South — that moment often feels genuine.

    Eye contact.
    A small smile.
    “You’re welcome.”

    But in faster cities the interaction can feel different.

    You might say thank you at a café counter and hear something like:

    “Uh-huh.”
    “Sure.”

    It’s not rude.

    It’s just faster.

    The interaction moves along quickly, almost like a checkpoint in the conversation rather than a moment that settles.

    That difference isn’t about kindness.

    It’s about pace.

    The same pattern shows up in other everyday interactions too — including how Americans say goodbye, which I wrote about in another piece here: American Goodbyes

    Sometimes the cultural difference isn’t the behaviour itself.

    It’s how long the moment is allowed to exist.

    Even Australians use it sometimes

    What’s funny is that Australians do understand the function of “you’re welcome.”

    We just use it more selectively.

    When I worked in banking managing diplomatic and embassy accounts back in Australia, I used that phrase deliberately in professional settings.

    In that environment it signals something specific:

    Clarity.
    Professionalism.
    Respect.

    It closes the loop.

    Whereas “no worries” in that context can feel a bit casual.

    So Australians instinctively understand both systems.

    We just tend to deploy them in different situations.

    Two different cultural instincts

    After living in America for years, I don’t think this comes down to one culture being more polite than the other.

    It’s more about how cultures handle acknowledgement.

    In Australia, we minimise the moment so nobody feels like they’re making a fuss.

    In parts of America — especially the South — people are comfortable letting gratitude stand for a moment before moving on.

    One approach smooths the exchange.

    The other completes it.

    Both are generous in their own way.

    If you’re interested in the broader cultural patterns behind this kind of behaviour, I explored that idea more deeply in another article here:
    American Politeness

    Watch the video version

    I also talk through this cultural difference in the video version of this topic, including why “you’re welcome” started to feel surprisingly meaningful to me over time.

    The rhythm you carry with you

    Before we ever moved to the United States, Nikki and I had already started saying “you’re welcome” occasionally back in Australia.

    We brought it home with us from our trips here.

    That’s probably the most interesting part of cultural exchange.

    Sometimes you don’t adopt something because you have to.

    You adopt it because it resonates.

    What I hope my daughters learn

    If you asked me what I’d want my daughters to instinctively say when someone thanks them, I wouldn’t pick one phrase over the other.

    I’d want them to know both rhythms.

    “No worries” when the moment is casual.

    “You’re welcome” when the moment deserves closure.

    Humility when it fits.

    Completion when it matters.

    Because maybe living between cultures isn’t about replacing one with the other.

    Maybe it’s about understanding what each one does.

    Sometimes the smallest words reveal how much space a culture gives to small moments.

    And over time I’ve realised something.

    I like when those moments feel finished.

    Not exaggerated.

    Not elevated.

    Just… honoured.

    Hoo roo maties.

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  • Things Americans Think Are Normal (That Still Confuse Me After 8 Years)

    Things Americans Think Are Normal (That Still Confuse Me After 8 Years)

    Ever stop and think that something you do every single day — something that feels completely normal — might look completely bizarre to someone from the outside?

    After eight years of living in the United States, I can tell you:

    American life is full of habits like that.

    I live here.
    I love living here.

    But there are still moments when I pause and think:

    “Wow… Americans don’t even realise how American that is.”

    None of these are criticisms.

    They’re observations.

    And they’re the kinds of things you only notice when you didn’t grow up with them. You can watch the YouTube version of this article here –> American Normal

    Root Beer: Dessert or Cough Syrup?

    Let’s start gently.

    Root beer.

    Nothing feels more American than a cold root beer on a warm day — especially as a float, with vanilla ice cream melting into the foam.

    My kids love it. They’ve grown up here. It’s normal to them.

    But I can’t help thinking about their mates back in Australia.

    If you handed them a root beer at a birthday party, there’d be a moment of hesitation:

    “Why does this taste like dessert… and cough syrup at the same time?”

    Outside North America, root beer isn’t universal. Order one in Australia and you might get an actual beer — or a confused look.

    It’s one of those cultural flavours that Americans grow up with and never question.

    Which is fascinating, when you think about it.

    Sugary Breakfasts: When Morning Feels Like Dessert

    American breakfasts can be surprisingly sweet.

    Pancakes stacked high and drenched in syrup.
    Sugary cereals in bright boxes.
    Donuts that feel closer to cake than breakfast.

    This becomes very real when we host sleepovers.

    Our kids are easy.

    Smoothies.
    Vegemite on toast.
    Weet-Bix if we can get it.

    But when American kids stay over, we genuinely stress about breakfast.

    Not because they’re difficult.

    Just because expectations are different.

    They’ll politely scan what’s on offer… then glance around the kitchen as if a neon cereal might materialise.

    It’s not wrong.

    It’s cultural.

    And it starts early.

    Tipping Culture in America: The Mental Maths Exam

    Tipping in the US is basically a second language.

    When I first moved here, it scrambled my brain.

    Back in Australia, tipping is optional.

    Here, it’s expected — and calculated in real time while the receipt is still warm.

    Fifteen percent.
    Eighteen percent.
    Twenty percent.

    You’re doing mental maths under pressure like it’s a test you didn’t revise for.

    Eventually, it makes sense.

    Tipping is tied directly to how service staff earn a living. It shapes behaviour. It builds friendliness into the system.

    Now I tip without thinking.

    But occasionally that small Australian voice still pops up and says:

    “Are we sure this coffee needed emotional support?”

    American Toilets: High Water, High Power

    If you’re visiting the US, you’ll notice this almost immediately.

    The water level in American toilets is high.

    And the flush?

    Decisive.

    There’s no half-flush option. No gentle setting.

    It’s all or nothing.

    The first time you experience it, it’s… memorable.

    It works. Efficiently.

    But it’s one of those tiny differences that sticks in your mind when you’ve grown up elsewhere.

    Pharmacies That Sell Everything

    In Australia, a chemist sells medical things.

    Bandages.
    Pain relief.
    Cold and flu tablets.

    In the United States?

    You can also buy:

    Pokémon cards.
    Wine.
    Snacks.
    Cigarettes.
    Groceries.

    There’s something uniquely American about being able to buy cigarettes and nicotine patches in the same aisle.

    And yes, the drive-through pharmacy is incredibly convenient.

    Even if it feels slightly surreal the first time.

    Ice, Soda, and Bottomless Refills

    Americans are generous with drinks.

    Especially soda.

    In many countries, you add a few ice cubes to cool the drink.

    In the US, the cup is filled with ice first.

    Then soda is poured into whatever space remains.

    Which raises a question I still haven’t fully answered:

    Are refills bottomless because you’re technically only getting one soda to begin with?

    You refill.

    Mostly ice.

    It feels generous.

    It sounds generous.

    And somehow you still leave holding a cup heavier than your meal.

    Talking to Strangers: Casual Connection

    One thing Americans do exceptionally well is talk to strangers.

    Airports.
    Supermarkets.
    Waiting rooms.

    You can start with “Where are you from?” and end ten minutes later knowing someone’s life story.

    When I first arrived, this caught me off guard.

    In Australia, conversations with strangers are usually lighter. Shorter.

    Here, curiosity runs deeper.

    In the South especially, friendliness isn’t performative. It’s normal.

    I’ve written about other cultural timing differences too — including how American goodbyes feel surprisingly abrupt compared to Australian ones:

    👉 I’m Still Caught Off Guard by the American Goodbye

    It’s all rhythm.

    Different beats.

    Same human intention.

    “So… What Do You Do?”

    If you attend a gathering in the US, you’ll hear this quickly:

    “So… what do you do?”

    The first few times I was asked that, I hesitated.

    Not because I didn’t have an answer.

    But because back home, that question usually comes later.

    In Australia, you might talk about where you’re from. The weather. Sport.

    Here, work often comes first.

    It’s not judgment.

    It’s orientation.

    Work is closely tied to identity in American culture.

    Once I understood that, the question felt less intrusive and more like context-seeking.

    The Magic of Noticing

    After eight years, I’ve adapted to most of these things.

    Some still confuse me.

    Some I’ve grown to love.

    Some I quietly laugh at.

    But that’s the magic of living somewhere that isn’t where you’re from.

    You never stop noticing.

    And noticing keeps life interesting.

    If you enjoyed this reflection, you might also like:

    👉 Why Americans Think All Accents Sound the Same

    👉 An Australian Perspective on American Politeness and Cultural Differences

    Because sometimes the most interesting cultural differences aren’t dramatic.

    They’re everyday.

    And after eight years… I’m still noticing.

    Hoo roo maties.