So when are you going to get your EU passport?

New Austrlian passport

Now that I’ve been living in Austria for over three years and married for w, I often have people asking me when I’m going to become a citizen.

The answer: Never.

It’s not that I don’t want to be. The red EU passport is something I’d love to have in my hot little hand.

But the thing is, I don’t want a red one, if I can’t keep my blue one.

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The hills are alive… with the smell of poo

The hills are alive with poo
Seems innocent enough

Unlike what the rest of the world thinks, the Sound of Music is not Austria’s national film – barely anyone has even heard of it, let alone watched it!

To be fair, in Austria, the hills are alive with the sound of music, mostly the accordion, however in spring in the country, the hills come alive with something else entirely… they come alive with the smell of poo.

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Before and After – the new house

Renovations are stressful, costly and life-sucking. We (or should I say Thomas) packed a lot of improvements into the two very short months before we moved in. While the outside of the house was basically ready to go, the inside needed a bit of work – new kitchen, new bathroom… and then of course it seemed that every time we looked under something there was something more to do underneath!

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Moving out of an Austrian apartment – oh, and please take the kitchen with you!

Welcome to the weird world of Austrian apartments. In Austria it’s common for an apartment to be rented out completely empty, as was the case with the one we recently moved out of. Now, I know what you’re thinking… you’re thinking: “of course you expect to move into an empty apartment.”

But I bet your concept of an empty apartment is not the same as here. In Australia, it means the place comes with a bathroom, toilet, kitchen, hell, maybe even a laundry sink if you’re really lucky!

The apartment that Thomas originally moved into was brand new and had only the following – toilet, shower/bath and very basic washbasin.

And. That. Is. All.

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An Austrian blood donation – sure I’ll take red wine with that

Call me weird, but I’ve always enjoyed donating blood. I could say that I do it because I want to help people, and that certainly has to be part of it, but I think perhaps it’s mostly to do with the fact that since I was a kid I’ve always watched my dad donate. I have good memories of going into South Melbourne with him and watching him undergo the process, waiting eagerly to share his milkshake and sugar lollies afterwards.

Or maybe I’ve always just been a sucker for free food.

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