One of the US freedoms I'm talking about is to speak out publicly against the government / freedom of speech and freedom to have what is said in the news.
--If I was to be 100% honest, I would say that a major factor, but of course not the only one, of my decision to move here is that I feel that this freedom no longer truly exists in the US. And especially not freedom of the press. And even more especially the freedom of assembly.
I love the US though, mostly for some of the people you meet there, and its sheer beauty. I love its size, its confusion and self-invention. I love the big, messy cities with all their rust and peeling rotten paper. I love the diversity, yet this great national unity under the mass media. I hate the winters in most states I've ever visited or lived in, and I'll be damned if I ever go back to Texas in the summer again. I hate all the litter everywhere.
Here in Britain, even though I've just arrived less than a year ago and work a skanky job and live in a less than ideal flat, I'm as happy as a clam. I'm in love with the UK, having a sort of a whirlwind affair with it at the moment. I don't exactly fit in, but for the most part I feel more welcome here than I ever did 'back home.' I love the amazing physical beauty of the land around here, and I love all the subtle signs that this is an ancient culture. I love seeing the scars of WWII. I love the totally unfettered television.
I love the NHS. Right before Xmas I broke my arm and crushed the nerve that controlled most of its functions, leaving it pretty much paralyzed for 3 months, and the NHS picked me right back up. Never paid a pence, except for my NHS contributions and a nominal fee for some very serious prescription painkillers. Was never asked to produce a single piece of ID, either, throughout the entire 3 month healing process. NHS got me out of work for 11 weeks, for which my job (which I'd only had for 3 months!) paid me twice a month and I never had to worry about not being able to pay rent. The same job has also given me 5 weeks full time holiday pay (which I used for two trips back the US) even though I've been there less than a year. This isn't special treatment, this is the standard, and this is what any British citizen gets. In the States, without a hefty monthly insurance deduction coming out of my paycheck, I would have been in big trouble when I messed up my arm. And I would never get enough vacation pay - or time off work, even - to leave the country and cross the Atlantic twice in one year.
But like in the US, the cities in the UK I know best* (save for central London, which must have legions of cleaners about, or perhaps because of its importance and regality people just might feel like dirty sinners for fouling it) have an appalling amount of litter everywhere. I just don't know how someone can drop that amount of rubbish on the street and still face themselves in the mirror-be they American, British, Mexican or whatever-and still be able to look themselves in the mirror. At least in The States, if someone is a litter-bug, they usually dress the part. But here in the UK, I've seen some quite posh folks unload the most unlikely refuse on the public streets. Mention it, and just as in the US you are told, 'Well, that's someone's job to pick that up (meant to imply that said job would not exist and another person would go hungry if I don't leave my wrappers everywhere; this is how I contribute to society).'
My fantasy is to live in a nation with no litter, no hunger, no racism, and an impenetrable US-style Bill of Rights, that has never in history attacked or invaded another sovereign country. Until I find that place I'll keep living out my happy life right here in the UK!
(sorry to have meandered so, this is a topic that occupies my thoughts for a significant portion of every day!)