Ah, the joys of leaving a country and moving on to a new one… Somehow you manage to forget the hassle as soon as it’s over (kind of like giving birth, I imagine) but when you’re going through it, it’s all-consuming.
In the last few weeks, I have:
- Waited in various bureaucratic offices for hours on end. Anxiously watching the little numbers tick by, while I sadly look down at my own ticket realizing just how long it’s going to be.
- Talked to numerous government officials with dubious English. Thankfully, everyone here speaks a little (or a lot of, depending on when and where they were educated) English (after Germany, I’m in communication paradise here), but their level of understanding varies greatly.
- Filled out form after form after form. I think I know all of my “numbers” by heart by now – passport, all my bank accounts, everything!
- Photocopied so many pages I probably killed an entire forrest by myself. Every office requires multiple copies of you entire passport. I just had pages added to mine, so now it’s over 50 pages long. At least 20 are blank, but they still have to be photocopied. Such a waste.
- Obsessively checked various bank accounts to see if money has arrived, or departed – depending on what I need.
It’ll all be over in just about three weeks, but for now I’m mentally exhausted just thinking about all this stuff…