Keeping your head high when moving to another country

Moving to another place within your own country is hard. Moving to another country entirely is downright exhausting. I know because I did it — well, am doing it.

As anyone who has visited this space knows, I moved to Germany about a month and a half ago and have been fighting in the bureaucratic trenches to get to legal status. It’s been a project that is not for the faint of heart.

A big part of the battle is finding permanent housing, which I recently did and am very happy with the flat, but that is only one battle and I was only able to secure it two days ago. 
 
 After that, I have to register it at the local tax office and get my German tax ID to bring to my visa appointment next month. But between now and then I also have to purchase health insurance, which takes about a week and a half to kick it, which if I’m lucky will activate just under the wire. And none of this is counting having to get a German bank account and cell number too — all before I’ve even been able to start finding clients to teach English to and my other future job of freelance video production and Berlin-based travel blogging.

The whole experience has been an emotional roller coaster: triumphant highs when a milestone has been achieved, dismal lows over things like housing rejection letters and news of yet more items than previously thought need to be completed, and anxious boredom when waiting for responses from all the parties that can make my life very easy or very hard with their decisions.

But I’ve also been managing a positive attitude throughout the process. Why I have to go through is nothing compared to what other people, like refugees fleeing war, have to go through. And everything so far points to fairly certain and reasonable timeline for when the process should be over with.

What propels me forward is that this is where I want to be for the foreseeable future and will not quit until I have what I want. I may not like everything I have to do while getting there, but I will get there.

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