I was fortunate growing up. From a very young age, every year we’d go on holiday in the caravan, sometimes multiple times a year. The first time I went overseas I was 11 years old, but this was a one off! Of course being a small child (and then a teenager) I equally loved the excitement of going away but then certainly done my fair share of moaning! Believe me, there was only so much scenery and walking that my small mind could deal with!!
I saw a comparison on Facebook the other day about the differences between Christmas in the UK and Christmas in the USA and I had to disagree with most of what they were saying was true to an English Christmas! It may have been true a long time ago but growing up in the 90s and 00’s, it didn’t ring true to me. Today I’m reminiscing about the Christmas traditions I had growing up (*hint* there was no Elf On The Shelf or computers and smart phones!)
I was born in England, I lived there for 28 years, I am British. So how comes when I emigrated to America, I feel like I’ve become even more British…if that’s even possible? It’s like the longer I’m away, the more British I become. Maybe it’s that I’ve become more patriotic? As soon as I open my mouth and people realise I’m not a local, it’s like I become a British ambassador, answering their questions, telling them what it’s like to live there. But then I’m also surrounding myself with little things that remind me of home, I guess trying to create myself a miniature England.