Via England

Even though I have been an Australian for well over twenty years now, there is still an England in my heart.  It is the England of my ancestors, and of myself.

I am a migrant in Australia.  I was also a migrant in England.

Many of my ancestors were migrants, too, but not to Australia, of course.  They either migrated from other countries to England, or from one area of England to another, often for reasons of work.

I have been finding the ancestors within me via history.

Many of my personal reflections on identity, via existence, are shaped by my English family upbringing.

Although I have always spoken English, please note that spelling is not one of my strong points, and nor is proof-reading. I also have trouble typing and remembering numbers.

You are most welcome, via assistance, to help me improve this blog, and my knowledge of my ancestry.

During my childhood, my family made a temporary migration every summer from central England to the coast of north-west Wales, where we lived in a tent in a field for several weeks.  In my teens, I migrated with my family from central England to the north of Scotland, where we lived in a basic holiday chalet over an entire winter.

When my mother was a child, her family migrated from Shropshire to Staffordshire.  It was not a very long journey in geographical terms but it was a major upheaval in her parents' lives nevertheless.

When my father was a child, during the Second World War, he moved with his mother and younger brother from South Wales to London to Devon and then back to London.  His father had moved as a child from Northern Ireland to Devon.  His mother had grown up in London but her father's parents had migrated from Belgium.  After the war, my father and his family moved to Staffordshire.

I was a migrant again when I moved back to Staffordshire from the Scottish Highlands after finishing high school.  I then migrated from Staffordshire to London when I finished college, having been offered my first full-time job - at the BBC.

Winters in England are something I do not miss while living in Australia!  When I lived in London, I liked to travel to somewhere warmer every winter, whenever that opportunity arose.

I met my husband in South America on one of those journeys.  His family, in earlier generations, migrated from Italy to Australia.

Do you consider yourself to be a migrant when moving from one place to settle, for at least, a while in another?  Do you consider yourself to be an ex-pat, with only a brief and not very deep connection with your current location?

I arrived in Australia via England, with my ancestors within me.  None of them ever came here.

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