I must be the youngest 49 yrs old I know, cause completely moving to another country and at my age, I know it is something very few would do willingly!
Considerations for not doing it vary from "will I find all I like over there?", "will they have my favorite toothpaste, or the pastrami I like?" to "I am too old to make new friends" passing through "I will never find a job that pays me well enough, or what will I do with all my worldly possessions?"... and so on! None of it mattered to me! Cause the truth is, once I put my mind into something... it is just a matter of when, a very short when! So, in that sense, I think I must be around 12 yrs old! There are no impossibles to me, just the lack of imagination!
Being a gypsy at heart, I wouldn't lie to you, has helped a lot! The only concern I really had all the time was, how would I feel been an immigrant in my own country? ... Of course it was a fear I overcame on my first week here... Specially after noticing it was among other immigrants that I felt the best! And to that respect I have to say that it has been immigrants whom have made me feel more welcome!
This is a country of fucking bureaucrats! Remember the other day when I wrote something about it while in rage? Well, I've gotta tell you, I had all the right to feel that way! First they tell me that the official stamp of the Spanish consulate in PR and the consul's signature is worth nothing if not accompanied by another letter, also signed by the same consul, certifying the signature on the first one! ??????? NUTS! TOTAL, COMPLETE, UNDENIABLY NUTS!!!!
All that just to prove that I have lived abroad, right? And all that, just after having performed a miraculous resurrection from the land of the dead... cause that's where they had me. Filed and all, in an obscure office of the central government in Madrid! Meanwhile, at the consulates, in PR and elsewhere, they've issued me a new passport every time the previous one expired! Do they work for the same government at all????? Besides, since when do ghosts need a passport to move around?????
And the last one is even better! First they pressed upon me the burden of the proof I've lived all these years abroad... now they wanted proof I've lived in Spain at all. That is... before I went on living elsewhere!!!!!
Tell me I am not going bananas, cause I can't make any sense at all of all this! If they now ask for me to prove living here before I left... doesn't that mean they are implicitly admitting that I lived abroad?
In the meantime, my feet hurt with blisters from running up and down streets and buildings all over the city. I am thinking on a new reason why not to move AT ANY AGE AT ALL to Spain. But at the same time, I am making new friends as I go...
Still, many more things have to happen before I am to decide where does the scale tilts... worth or not worth it?
2 comments:
You gotta b kidding me! NO WAY you're 49! Are u sure its u on the photo????
No, it's my twin you idiot! I am not the kind of person that would use some other's pic! And btw, you are not at all the kind of person I know, or would like to know!!!! ok?
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