I know, I know, it's been a good two weeks since we have managed to post here. It's been a bit busy here the past two weeks. My (E's) "paternity leave" ended and it was time to head back to work, which also means it was time for L to fly solo at home with the two littles. Needless to say, it's been an adjustment. Add to this two solid weeks of rainy weather and it's been a challenge just keeping up with the house (wishful thinking). And, in all honesty, though I thought many times about posting an update, there just wasn't much to write about. Days with an infant are at the same time unpredictable and routine, and other than a couple of trips into Paris we've just been laying low.
Our biggest adventure lately was heading to the U.S. Embassy to register B's birth. Children born to Americans abroad must be registered at the Embassy in order to get a Consular Report of Birth Abroad. This allows us to apply for his passport (necessary for our upcoming trip to Canada and the U.S.) as well as his social security number. The process is pretty straightforward: after the birth, you make an appointment with the Embassy (be warned that appointments for the U.S. Embassy in Paris fill up about a month in advance!), fill out the requisite applications, and show up at the Embassy with the French birth certificate as well as proof of the parents' citizenship. If you are in a hurry to get a passport, it is worth your while to keep checking the appointment website even after making an initial appointment, because canceled appointment slots re-open often. We were able to shave a week off our initial appointment date by checking regularly - and it's a good thing we did...
We got to the Embassy about 30 minutes before our appointment with our carefully-prepared documents. L and I had both checked over everything twice to ensure that we had filled everything out properly. After waiting an hour or so at the Embassy, but before our number was called, I suddenly realized that ohmygodweforgothisbirthcertificate! Yes, really. Despite our careful checking and double checking, B's birth certificate was sitting in our apartment, an hour away from the Embassy. My heart fell into my stomach. Since our flight to Canada is in less than 4 weeks, and it takes 14 days to get the passport, and about a month to reschedule an appointment, we decided that our only option to play dumb. We headed to the counter when our number was called, handed over all of our forms, and then reenacted our panicked moment 10 minutes before, when we actually realized his birth certificate was missing. And score! The agent helping us was sympathetic, took our application materials, and told us to just mail the certificate in the next day.
Yeah! We were home free!
... or were we?
About 20 minutes later we got called back to a second window, where L was to be sworn in as the final formality. Since L is the only parent on the French birth certificate, and is therefore officially a single mother, she also needed to prove physical presence in the U.S. for at least a year prior to B's birth. Incidentally, married women do not need to provide this documentation - nevermind that we are married! Fortunately we had come armed with utility bills and tax documents that should provide the necessary documentation. We figured that was the last hurdle. The agent helping us, however, asked to swear me in as well. He then explained to us that he wanted to see if there was any way to put my name on the Consular Report of Birth Abroad as well as on B's passport application. If we ever move back to the U.S., the CRBA essentially becomes B's defacto birth certificate, so having both of our names on it would be a really, really big deal. Because we are Registered Domestic Partners in Oregon, had B been born in Oregon we both would be on his birth certificate, so being on the CRBA would essentially be the same thing. The agent told us that he wanted to seek some guidance from the head office in Washington D.C. on how to proceed with our paperwork, and to see if there was any legal reasoning that would allow my name to appear. We may need to make another appearance at the Embassy, and it means we are cutting it waaaay too close for comfort to our departure date, but globally this is actually really great news. I will post updates on this as we get more news from the Embassy, as this could have important ramifications for other same-sex families who have children abroad.
On another note, B is officially one month old today (already!). To celebrate... I am heading to bed. Nights are sporadic these days, and this mommy needs all the sleep she can get.
- E
Showing posts with label expat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label expat. Show all posts
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Hogwarts + Liberal Expats = Dream School
Today, we found the little one's future school. For us, that is no small accomplishment: even back in Portland we had already been devoting some serious brain time to deciding on the best educational pathway for the kid(s) (Public? Private? Montessori? Charter school? French International School? Magnet school for the arts or the environment?). Once we got to France, our choices at first glance appeared to be limited to the traditional public school system, which is free of charge from kindergarten through university. Kids typically start attending kindergarten (maternelle) at the age of 3. Kindergarten lasts 3 years, after which students move on to primary school, then collège, then lycée (pretty much the equivalent of elementary, middle and high school in the US). There is no school on Wednesdays: instead, students spend the day playing sports or doing other extracurricular activities. The French school system has a reputation for being relatively rigid, and there appears to be a pretty heavy homework burden starting in some of the younger grades. Neither L nor I was totally sold on this system, but we were not aware of many alternatives...
Until now.
These are two of the many buildings and open spaces that make up the incredible Steiner-Waldorf school in Verrières-le-Buisson, just 5 km away from us. Upon the recommendation of our midwife, we checked out the open house this afternoon and were totally sold on the school from the moment we set foot on the property. We foolishly forgot to bring our camera, so L snapped some quick photos on our super crappy cell phone camera. I apologize in advance for the quality of the photos, but hopefully you will get the picture!
The school is a Waldorf school and is home to multiple expat families from all over. They have a sheep on the property, as well as chickens, a woodworking shed, a freaking blacksmith shed (yes, kids learn to forge), as well as pottery, sculpture, foreign languages, and an incredible campus made up of multiple buildings and surrounded by nature. The kindergarten classes (4 of them) each have 20-25 kids from the ages of 3-6, who share a common class and learn through arts, play, and interaction with the world around them. These are some photos of one of the kindergarten classrooms:
Notice anything crazy? ... NO PLASTIC!!! Students arrive at 8:40, and school ends at 3:30. Students collectively eat lunch in the classroom, that is equipped with its own kitchen. Even the 3 year olds help set the table, shake out the napkins, rinse plates, and compost the leftovers.
After lunch, the kids get to take naps at school in TRIPLE BUNK BEDS! Aaaaah! So cute, I almost died. The photo is too dark to really see, but each little bunk has its own stuffed animal peeking out from under a soft comforter. Kids spend a couple of hours snoozing in the afternoon before being allowed to wake up at their own rhythm.
Each kindergarten class also has its own garden play area.
We seriously got giddy walking around the campus. I don't think we could have dreamed up such a magical school. There are enormous stone mansions (seriously, think Hogwarts), contrasted with eco-friendly smaller structures and green spaces, and the whole campus just oozes with this awesome hippie commune vibe. There are tons of international parents (English ones, too!) and maybe, just maybe, if we are really lucky, another gay or lesbian family. No teacher or parent that I spoke to could think of anyone at the school with same-sex parents, but that response was also usually followed up by "but there's really no reason there shouldn't be!"
So there is a sliver of hope that we can finally connect with some like-minded souls here. I know that both L and I feel like our own souls were nourished in the 2 hours we spent on campus - imagine the effect of YEARS in such an amazing environment.
- E
Until now.
These are two of the many buildings and open spaces that make up the incredible Steiner-Waldorf school in Verrières-le-Buisson, just 5 km away from us. Upon the recommendation of our midwife, we checked out the open house this afternoon and were totally sold on the school from the moment we set foot on the property. We foolishly forgot to bring our camera, so L snapped some quick photos on our super crappy cell phone camera. I apologize in advance for the quality of the photos, but hopefully you will get the picture!
The school is a Waldorf school and is home to multiple expat families from all over. They have a sheep on the property, as well as chickens, a woodworking shed, a freaking blacksmith shed (yes, kids learn to forge), as well as pottery, sculpture, foreign languages, and an incredible campus made up of multiple buildings and surrounded by nature. The kindergarten classes (4 of them) each have 20-25 kids from the ages of 3-6, who share a common class and learn through arts, play, and interaction with the world around them. These are some photos of one of the kindergarten classrooms:
Notice anything crazy? ... NO PLASTIC!!! Students arrive at 8:40, and school ends at 3:30. Students collectively eat lunch in the classroom, that is equipped with its own kitchen. Even the 3 year olds help set the table, shake out the napkins, rinse plates, and compost the leftovers.
After lunch, the kids get to take naps at school in TRIPLE BUNK BEDS! Aaaaah! So cute, I almost died. The photo is too dark to really see, but each little bunk has its own stuffed animal peeking out from under a soft comforter. Kids spend a couple of hours snoozing in the afternoon before being allowed to wake up at their own rhythm.
So there is a sliver of hope that we can finally connect with some like-minded souls here. I know that both L and I feel like our own souls were nourished in the 2 hours we spent on campus - imagine the effect of YEARS in such an amazing environment.
- E
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
4015
4015. That is how many page views our blog has had since its conception in October of last year. Holy crap! That's a tiny number to many seasoned bloggers, I'm sure, but I was pretty surprised that our ramblings for family and friends have been viewed that many times. I know I've said before how much we both enjoy posting to the blog, even though we don't post nearly often enough, so merci, tout le monde, for staying with us through the periods of drought!
It also occurred to me that while we probably know most of the current blog subscribers in person, there are probably some people who keep up with our posts that we don't actually know, and we should probably do a better job of introducing ourselves and explaining how we even ended up in France.
L is from the Southwestern United States, and I am from the province of Quebec. L is American, and I am Canadian-American thanks to the nationalities of my parents. Since we met 6 years ago at a dinner party, we first dated long distance for about a year, and then reunited in Portland, Oregon, where we spent 5 years surrounded by awesome friends, fresh, local, and eclectic food, and beautiful hiking spots. We are married (thanks, Canada!), registered domestic partners (thanks, Oregon!), and will soon be PACsé (the French equivalent of civil unions), once we assemble the required paperwork. We are looking forward to the day when our marriage is recognized everywhere so we can stop collecting certificates that are only valid within geographical boundaries!
Both of us took the road less traveled to our current occupations, although L is currently on hiatus from work to do the incredibly important and exhausting work of raising our 2 year old son (and soon to be baby #2 - stay tuned in the next few weeks...). Before we met, both of us had traveled, moved far away from our families, and generally been pretty good at building a life in a new place. We had talked about moving to Europe in a 10 or 15 year plan, but had no idea that the opportunity would come as soon as it did. We dove headfirst into this move and I can definitely say that it has been more challenging than either of us expected. Moving to another country is tough; moving away from an incredible support system of friends is tougher.
When we were researching France before our move, it hit us that there was virtually no information available to same-sex couples emigrating to France, and even less about same-sex parents. Second parent (same sex) adoption is illegal here, and it is also illegal to provide fertility services to lesbians (and, I believe, to single women regardless of sexual orientation). In starting this blog, we first hoped to remain connected with our amazing network of family and friends, but second, we also hoped to provide a resource for same-sex couples here and abroad. I can admit that we have not done a stellar job on the second objective so far, mainly because things move pretty slowly and we are still in the process of going through all of the immigration formalities. I can safely predict that in the next month or so, there will be more posts on these topics!
Hope you enjoy what you have read so far. More will certainly follow!
Cheers,
-E
It also occurred to me that while we probably know most of the current blog subscribers in person, there are probably some people who keep up with our posts that we don't actually know, and we should probably do a better job of introducing ourselves and explaining how we even ended up in France.
L is from the Southwestern United States, and I am from the province of Quebec. L is American, and I am Canadian-American thanks to the nationalities of my parents. Since we met 6 years ago at a dinner party, we first dated long distance for about a year, and then reunited in Portland, Oregon, where we spent 5 years surrounded by awesome friends, fresh, local, and eclectic food, and beautiful hiking spots. We are married (thanks, Canada!), registered domestic partners (thanks, Oregon!), and will soon be PACsé (the French equivalent of civil unions), once we assemble the required paperwork. We are looking forward to the day when our marriage is recognized everywhere so we can stop collecting certificates that are only valid within geographical boundaries!
Both of us took the road less traveled to our current occupations, although L is currently on hiatus from work to do the incredibly important and exhausting work of raising our 2 year old son (and soon to be baby #2 - stay tuned in the next few weeks...). Before we met, both of us had traveled, moved far away from our families, and generally been pretty good at building a life in a new place. We had talked about moving to Europe in a 10 or 15 year plan, but had no idea that the opportunity would come as soon as it did. We dove headfirst into this move and I can definitely say that it has been more challenging than either of us expected. Moving to another country is tough; moving away from an incredible support system of friends is tougher.
When we were researching France before our move, it hit us that there was virtually no information available to same-sex couples emigrating to France, and even less about same-sex parents. Second parent (same sex) adoption is illegal here, and it is also illegal to provide fertility services to lesbians (and, I believe, to single women regardless of sexual orientation). In starting this blog, we first hoped to remain connected with our amazing network of family and friends, but second, we also hoped to provide a resource for same-sex couples here and abroad. I can admit that we have not done a stellar job on the second objective so far, mainly because things move pretty slowly and we are still in the process of going through all of the immigration formalities. I can safely predict that in the next month or so, there will be more posts on these topics!
Hope you enjoy what you have read so far. More will certainly follow!
Cheers,
-E
Anyone? ... Anyone? ...Bueller? ...
Ok, pop quiz. Name the movie/show/product/event associated with the following quotes:
"Car!..."
"Car!"
"Game off!''
"Game off!"
...
"Game on!"
"Game on!"
"Did I do that???"
"My mama always said life was like a box of chocolates..."
"Hasta la vista, baby."
"Are you crying? Are you crying? There's no crying in baseball!"
"D'oh!"
"Wardrobe malfunction."
I could go on, but you probably get the picture. References to pop culture are so ingrained into our daily lives that we can recognize many movie lines even in the complete absence of context (evidence? see above). We use them to relate to people, to lighten a tense situation, to relate one scenario to another. We use them unconsciously, and this fact was totally lost on me until we moved to a country for which I have absolutely no cultural references. This essentially means that both L and I are complete French Pop Culture virgins, stepping out of the back woods into a civilization that we do not recognize.
I've mentioned this to colleagues, who come up with lists of movies that L and I need to rent, but the reality is that making up 30-plus years of acquired pop culture knowledge is damn near impossible. The practical result of this in my daily life is that for months now, I have been enjoying some of my co-workers' random comments or actions and thinking to myself how nice it is to work with such delightfully quirky people - only to find out that the delightfully random comments are actually movie quotes (or, even worse, quotes from TV commercials!). Boo-urns (See? There's another one for you).
It reminds me of a story I heard on This American Life (I listen obsessively. And you should, too) where a woman recounts this silly song her dad used to sing to her every day. When she gets to college she randomly sees an old movie ("The Jerk" with Steve Martin) and is utterly crushed that her dad's quirky song is totally lifted right from this movie. It's way better for you to listen to it youself:
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/play_full.php?play=438&act=3
So where does one begin? Should we press rewind and start with the classic 80s coming-of-age movies? Apparently, here, that would start with a film called La Boum, but even following the plotlines via wikipedia (http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Boum) has left me exhausted. Should we forget the past and just start fresh with the latest and greatest in French pop culture? Even thinking through all of this is daunting. Perhaps we should throw in the towel and just continue watching Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice via itunes...
-E
"Car!..."
"Car!"
"Game off!''
"Game off!"
...
"Game on!"
"Game on!"
"Did I do that???"
"My mama always said life was like a box of chocolates..."
"Hasta la vista, baby."
"Are you crying? Are you crying? There's no crying in baseball!"
"D'oh!"
"Wardrobe malfunction."
I could go on, but you probably get the picture. References to pop culture are so ingrained into our daily lives that we can recognize many movie lines even in the complete absence of context (evidence? see above). We use them to relate to people, to lighten a tense situation, to relate one scenario to another. We use them unconsciously, and this fact was totally lost on me until we moved to a country for which I have absolutely no cultural references. This essentially means that both L and I are complete French Pop Culture virgins, stepping out of the back woods into a civilization that we do not recognize.
I've mentioned this to colleagues, who come up with lists of movies that L and I need to rent, but the reality is that making up 30-plus years of acquired pop culture knowledge is damn near impossible. The practical result of this in my daily life is that for months now, I have been enjoying some of my co-workers' random comments or actions and thinking to myself how nice it is to work with such delightfully quirky people - only to find out that the delightfully random comments are actually movie quotes (or, even worse, quotes from TV commercials!). Boo-urns (See? There's another one for you).
It reminds me of a story I heard on This American Life (I listen obsessively. And you should, too) where a woman recounts this silly song her dad used to sing to her every day. When she gets to college she randomly sees an old movie ("The Jerk" with Steve Martin) and is utterly crushed that her dad's quirky song is totally lifted right from this movie. It's way better for you to listen to it youself:
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/play_full.php?play=438&act=3
So where does one begin? Should we press rewind and start with the classic 80s coming-of-age movies? Apparently, here, that would start with a film called La Boum, but even following the plotlines via wikipedia (http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Boum) has left me exhausted. Should we forget the past and just start fresh with the latest and greatest in French pop culture? Even thinking through all of this is daunting. Perhaps we should throw in the towel and just continue watching Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice via itunes...
-E
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Adventures in Social Security
I figured I would share my conversation today with a representative of the French Social Security Office:
Me: "Bonjour, Madame!"
Sécu Lady (SL): says nothing.
Me: "I am here because in January, my company deposited my file for a social security number. In February, I received a letter that my birth certificate was not valid because it did not have a stamp on it. I came to your office in February and your colleague verified my original birth certificate, made a copy, and sent it in with my file. Just this week, I received another letter telling me that my file could still not be completed because my birth certificate needed to be translated by an official government translator."
SL: says nothing.
Me: "The funny thing is that my birth certificate is already in French, so I am not sure why it needs translating."
SL: "Let me see the letter... Yes, this letter does say that your certificate needs translating."
Me: "But it is already in French."
SL: "That is strange. Let me call the person who sent the letter... (SL on the phone) "Oh, so that person is not here... Well, I have Mrs. E here in front of me and she has a letter that says that her birth certificate needs to be translated, but it is already in French... (pause) ...Oh, so that is not what she needs at all... (pause) ...But that is what the letter says... (pause) ...Ok then, bye." (hangs up)
SL: "Your certificate does not need to be translated. The problem is that it does not have an official stamp on it."
Me: "But that is exactly the issue I came in last month for. The province of Quebec does not put stamps on their official birth certificates. If you look at the document, you will see that there are 5 security features built right in to the document to certify its authenticity. The 5 features are literally printed right on the document for people to verify."
SL: "Well, write down everything you just told me on the letter that they sent you. We can then send the letter in with a photocopy of your birth certificate."
Me: "But the security features don't show up on the photocopy."
SL: "But the letter does not ask for an original. We only take copies here. So write down all the security features on the letter."
Me: copy, verbatim, the info from my birth certificate onto the letter, and hand it to SL.
SL: "But this won't work because the security features won't show up on a photocopy."
Me: "I know. That is the problem."
SL: "We don't keep your originals. We only make copies."
Me: "Well, then, could you include a note stating that you saw the original and that the copy is a valid reproduction?"
SL: "We do not provide that service."
Me: "I do have a second birth certificate that might work - In Quebec, like in France, births are declared via the mayor's office, and I have an extract from the registry of births that I could bring. It has a stamp on it."
SL: "Yes, you should bring that."
--- So I bike back home and grab the second certificate, and bike back to the social security office, take another number, and get a totally different agent this time. ---
Me: (re-explain the entire situation and hand over my documents)
SL2: "This Quebec birth certificate does not have a stamp on it."
Me: "Yes, that is the problem. I have this second certificate you can compare it to, in order to see that the information is the same."
SL2: "Quebec should really put stamps on its documents."
Me: "Yes, I agree. Instead they use a much more sophisticated system to prevent fraudulent documents, which ironically means that they are less trusted."
SL2: "I will make a copy of your certificates." (makes copies) "Look, your Quebec certificate does not even photocopy properly. The word "void" appears across the photocopied certificate."
Me: "Yes, that is one of the security features that prevents fraudulent copies. In fact, the very fact that the certificate cannot be photocopied should prove that it is indeed an authentic original."
SL2: "I don't think that the office will accept this. We should send your original certificate."
Me: "Will I get it back?"
SL2: "No."
Me: "Then I guess I will order another copy from the province of Quebec and have it sent here. But that might take another month."
SL2: "That is ok. It will probably take the office that long to review your file and notify you that we need to see the original."
Seriously. Am I living in crazy town?
- E
Me: "Bonjour, Madame!"
Sécu Lady (SL): says nothing.
Me: "I am here because in January, my company deposited my file for a social security number. In February, I received a letter that my birth certificate was not valid because it did not have a stamp on it. I came to your office in February and your colleague verified my original birth certificate, made a copy, and sent it in with my file. Just this week, I received another letter telling me that my file could still not be completed because my birth certificate needed to be translated by an official government translator."
SL: says nothing.
Me: "The funny thing is that my birth certificate is already in French, so I am not sure why it needs translating."
SL: "Let me see the letter... Yes, this letter does say that your certificate needs translating."
Me: "But it is already in French."
SL: "That is strange. Let me call the person who sent the letter... (SL on the phone) "Oh, so that person is not here... Well, I have Mrs. E here in front of me and she has a letter that says that her birth certificate needs to be translated, but it is already in French... (pause) ...Oh, so that is not what she needs at all... (pause) ...But that is what the letter says... (pause) ...Ok then, bye." (hangs up)
SL: "Your certificate does not need to be translated. The problem is that it does not have an official stamp on it."
Me: "But that is exactly the issue I came in last month for. The province of Quebec does not put stamps on their official birth certificates. If you look at the document, you will see that there are 5 security features built right in to the document to certify its authenticity. The 5 features are literally printed right on the document for people to verify."
SL: "Well, write down everything you just told me on the letter that they sent you. We can then send the letter in with a photocopy of your birth certificate."
Me: "But the security features don't show up on the photocopy."
SL: "But the letter does not ask for an original. We only take copies here. So write down all the security features on the letter."
Me: copy, verbatim, the info from my birth certificate onto the letter, and hand it to SL.
SL: "But this won't work because the security features won't show up on a photocopy."
Me: "I know. That is the problem."
SL: "We don't keep your originals. We only make copies."
Me: "Well, then, could you include a note stating that you saw the original and that the copy is a valid reproduction?"
SL: "We do not provide that service."
Me: "I do have a second birth certificate that might work - In Quebec, like in France, births are declared via the mayor's office, and I have an extract from the registry of births that I could bring. It has a stamp on it."
SL: "Yes, you should bring that."
--- So I bike back home and grab the second certificate, and bike back to the social security office, take another number, and get a totally different agent this time. ---
Me: (re-explain the entire situation and hand over my documents)
SL2: "This Quebec birth certificate does not have a stamp on it."
Me: "Yes, that is the problem. I have this second certificate you can compare it to, in order to see that the information is the same."
SL2: "Quebec should really put stamps on its documents."
Me: "Yes, I agree. Instead they use a much more sophisticated system to prevent fraudulent documents, which ironically means that they are less trusted."
SL2: "I will make a copy of your certificates." (makes copies) "Look, your Quebec certificate does not even photocopy properly. The word "void" appears across the photocopied certificate."
Me: "Yes, that is one of the security features that prevents fraudulent copies. In fact, the very fact that the certificate cannot be photocopied should prove that it is indeed an authentic original."
SL2: "I don't think that the office will accept this. We should send your original certificate."
Me: "Will I get it back?"
SL2: "No."
Me: "Then I guess I will order another copy from the province of Quebec and have it sent here. But that might take another month."
SL2: "That is ok. It will probably take the office that long to review your file and notify you that we need to see the original."
Seriously. Am I living in crazy town?
- E
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Welcome to Crazytown - moving a family overseas
Hi there, family, friends, and anyone else who have managed to find us online!
This is a first attempt at a blog by either myself or my wife, so bear with us as we work out the kinks. We're E and L, two lesbian moms currently in Portland, OR, in the process of moving our family to the suburbs of Paris. In our fact-finding leading up to the move, we noticed two groups barely present in the blogosphere - lesbian moms in France, and lesbian expats in general. I'm hoping that by posting here, we will be able to connect with other lesbian expat families and provide some helpful insights to others interested in making a similar move.
As of today, the countdown is 13 days until my flight leaves for Paris. L and our toddler son will follow two weeks later with the dog and cat, ideally arriving after I've found us an apartment. However, all of this is contingent on one (small) detail: our visas. Story of our life for the past 3 months. Interested? Read on!
- E
This is a first attempt at a blog by either myself or my wife, so bear with us as we work out the kinks. We're E and L, two lesbian moms currently in Portland, OR, in the process of moving our family to the suburbs of Paris. In our fact-finding leading up to the move, we noticed two groups barely present in the blogosphere - lesbian moms in France, and lesbian expats in general. I'm hoping that by posting here, we will be able to connect with other lesbian expat families and provide some helpful insights to others interested in making a similar move.
As of today, the countdown is 13 days until my flight leaves for Paris. L and our toddler son will follow two weeks later with the dog and cat, ideally arriving after I've found us an apartment. However, all of this is contingent on one (small) detail: our visas. Story of our life for the past 3 months. Interested? Read on!
- E
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