This is directed towards any and every basic bitch in her late teens to early twenties. I’m talking real basic, like the type to be decked out in Brandy Melville and pride themselves in being woke after watching the This Is America music video. All of you artsy, fartsy musician types: keep scrolling. Us basic women get enough hate from our best friends behind our backs. For all of you left reading -- this is why you need to study abroad in Australia.
The Instagrams
Anyone who follows me on Instagram knows how much I loved my time studying in Australia. Like, they REALLY know. I would make sure that they knew every frikkin' day for the entire five months that I was down under. I couldn’t resist, between the picturesque walk to class and the weekends spent sipping cocktails on rooftops. It even got to the point that my fifty-something-year-old father shot me a text to remind me that I’m not Kim Kardashian. The point is, studying abroad in Australia guarantees thirst-traps that will be sure to get you that male (or female) validation that you so desperately crave.
The Men
So for me, the Liam Hemsworths of the world were major reasons that I chose to study abroad in Australia. The generalization of the entire male population of Oz is something that I am not ashamed to be guilty of. I had an expectation, and it was beyond met. The men there really are that hot. The best part? They think that YOU’RE hot. They can be easily seduced by our disgustingly American accents and they even view us as “imported goods.” For this reason, you can catch me singing God Bless America any day. Praise be.
The Culture
Some people say that Australia lacks a distinct culture. To this, I will call bull. The idiot who says this has never put their mouth around a TimTam (it’s a candy, relax). You will be bombarded by healthy foods. In the U.S., you couldn’t catch me dead with a green juice. In Australia, healthful foods are literally the only options. Trust me, after enough greasy Pad Thai, you’d be reaching for a frikkin celery stick. Between the gorgeous tan that you’ll get and rock-hard abs that lack of good food will give you, try telling me there’s no culture. The culture is smoking hot. Period.
The Distance
One of the only doubts I had before venturing off to Ozzie-land for a semester was the distance. I’ve been lucky enough to grow up traveling but traveling only extended to nine-hour flights to countries in Europe. There’s something terrifying about the idea of Australia. Maybe it’s the forty hours of flights (yes, you read that correctly), or the fact that the continent doesn’t seem to be represented in the media as much as others. I had no idea what to expect. I honestly expected kangaroos to be hopping around the major city of Sydney. And that ignorance is exactly why I’m so grateful that I went. I lived independently for five months on the other side of the world. This experience represented a massive accomplishment for all of us homebodies out there.
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