As an Australian, I never thought I'd get to call The Big Easy home, but now, I split my year living between the two countries.
After five years, it still astounds me to see Americans embrace sugary, syrup-filled drinks that barely resemble what I consider coffee.
In Australia, getting my driver's license was a drawn-out process involving learner's permits, over 120 hours of logged driving, and a strict test.
In the US, getting my license felt like a breeze by comparison. I just had to sit in a theory class for a few hours.
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