Bureaucratic SNAFUs, Trouble with Money and Paperwork

So. Many. Bureaucratic. SNAFUs. Trying to move to another country 3000 miles away isn't simple.

Danae needs to pay rent at the end of the month. She can't get paid without a bank account. She can't get a bank account without a BSN (citizen service number). She can't get a BSN without immigration processing her. Immigration can't process her until they have an acceptable copy of our marriage certificate. The photo I sent yesterday is apparently not acceptable.

I'll need to send her money to cover rent, but I don't know if I can afford that right now because I'm also paying for the HOA dues and everything else on our condo which hasn't sold yet and I haven't done the budget planning yet to see when all that stuff comes due. My parents are going to pay for the car they are buying now and that will cover Danae's rent until she gets back-pay, but I have to get to Kenosha to get a check from them. I'll probably just drive up there tonight since I can use their scanner to scan the marriage certificate at the same time and leave one of my three copies with them for safe-keeping.

I also have to get some laundry done and tidy the condo up again in case there's a showing tomorrow, 'cause you never know.

I'm getting the muscle soreness in my chest that sometimes accompanies stress for me.

I'm 'wow'ing at all the news from Washington DC. It's going to be crazy.

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These Mountain Dew cans with "tactical grip" are a single-handed indictment of late-stage capitalism as it keeps stretching more and more desperately to find strange new ways to market the same old crap to the same poor suckers.

Shipping the Marriage Certificate

Soooo tired.

But I need to wait for laundry to finish and hang it up, and feed the dog, and feed the cat, and clean up the place. And the dog is having a seizure, poor thing. But I mailed the marriage certificate! For those interested, sending a flate rate priority express envelope to the Netherlands costs about $64.

I haven't been sad about being alone. It's more of an adventure. Stuff to get done, sure, but my time is all my own and that can be fun. When I came out of the post office, though, and saw the retaining wall where Danae and I often sat to play Wizards United together and realized that that may well never happen again, and thought about her not being here, that got me.