Yesterday one of the lawyers in the Dublin office told Alan that he expected our visa would be available very soon. I didn’t believe him because … well, we were weeks off our expected delivery date already. If I believed him and it didn’t come in, that’d be just one more disappointment on a pile of disappointments and after hearing that someone had turned in our application without including proof of health insurance, I was already feeling just about as low as you can go with the whole thing. In fact, I was too despondent to even bother shedding tears.
But today? Well, today is fantabulous!
We woke up and there in Alan’s email was a PDF copy of the documentation from the DJEI saying that we were permitted to get our asses over to Ireland so that Alan can start working there. We had several happy moments and shared many “thank gods” between us before Alan realized that we had a whole mountain of paperwork in front of us. I got out of bed to see what he meant. Turns out there are about 10 different forms we have to fill out for the moving company and most of what they ask makes very little sense. They want to know the address where they can deliver our stuff in approximately 6-8 weeks. Um, we’re going in to temporary housing. We have no idea where we’ll be living by then. They wanted a full inventory of everything that we’re taking. Wait, isn’t that the moving company’s job to make that list when they pack us up? Also, they want to know how much our shipment weighs so they can figure out how much to ensure it for. How in the hell am I supposed to know how much everything I own weighs?! I can tell you what it cost, how much it would cost to replace it, and that I can’t pick it up so it’s more than 30 pounds. I sent a note to the woman coordinating the move asking for her help with these forms because after staring at them for 25 minutes, I’d managed to fill out approximately 6 lines on 10 documents. There is no way I can do this on my own. I’m still waiting for her response. Once she gets back to me, we can figure out how to properly fill out the paperwork, set up a date to have them come pack up our apartment, and buy our one way tickets to Dublin.
Meanwhile, we’ve reached out to another woman who is helping us with temporary housing. At first we thought maybe we’d rent a place sight unseen so that we could just move in and be done with it, but the real estate people in Dublin did not seem keen on that idea AT ALL and that idea fell quickly by the wayside. I’ve told them where we want to be – city center, near St. Stephen’s Green and the LUAS stop – so we’ll see how close they can get us.
And now, finally, after so much waiting and so many dates that have come and gone, our move to Ireland is finally underway. IT’S REALLY HAPPENING.