I arrived in Australia over five years ago and first experienced safe night walks. I later learned that gender-based violence and safety concerns limit a woman's sense of belonging. Recently I felt unsafe because of racial hostility witnessed in broad daylight. I work nine-to-five in foreign policy, study part-time, pay full tuition and taxes, and meet costly visa and health insurance requirements, yet avoid doctors because care remains unaffordable. I have embraced Melbourne, cheered sporting victories, and used inclusive language, while also navigating English tests, visa fees and uncertainty. The experience exposed exclusion despite contribution and belonging.
When I moved to Australia more than five years ago, I experienced for the first time the pleasures and safety of being able to go on a night stroll by myself something I had never done in my home country. Then as I heard the stories of violence against women, on the streets and homes across Australia (and the world), I realised that as a woman you don't get to feel a sense of belonging in most places. I learned to accept that.
I have become comfortable in referring to this country as us and we in my everyday conversations (and even throughout this article) despite the knowledge I have to regularly navigate an increasingly complex visa system, pay ridiculous visa fees and take the English test every couple of years so I can continue serving with my time, effort and skills. Over the five years, I have learned to accept this country as my own.
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