Usually when an Aussie starts following me on Medium or Scribophile, I like to tell a story regarding my own family. Seeing that you are out of prison now, you might get a chuckle from it. I could have been an Aussie if my ancestors had not been such great horse thieves when they were still in Scotland by the Brit/Scottish border. My dad was born in Canada and raised in Washington state. He always wanted to visit Australia, but never got there. The direct antipode to where I live now, (Nevada) is in the Indian Ocean west of Perth. So far away, and with a useless passport because of "you know who" it's falling off the bottom of my bucket list.
I remember in the 70's when I played and watched tennis a lot, I was transfixed by Evonne Goolagong, her name and her game. I want to live in an opal mine where it's about 64 degrees all the time. I want to see the water in the toilet flush in the opposite direction.