Monthly Archives: September 2013

The Dog Doesn’t Know

IMG_20130915_035444And he won’t understand. The first days he’ll probably have a lessened appetite and be a bit downhearted. He’ll keep glancing at the door, expecting my return at any moment.

He doesn’t know yet that I won’t be coming back for a while, and there’s no way I can explain it to him.

But it’s alright. Dogs cope. He’ll be staying with my parents, and since my father is retired it means Cosmo will have a lot more company than he does now. A big backyard out in the countryside doesn’t hurt either; he’ll get to spend long days looking out over the landscape. And once he gets that appetite back he’ll get all the treats he desires.

He’s going to enjoy himself, I have no doubt about that.

Two weeks to go.

Tenants Found

After dealing with a variety of individuals interested in the apartment – among them a group of foreign restaurant workers, some good candidates and a couple of no-show’s – I’ve finally found reliable tenants to my apartment.

Which is great! Now I can go out into the world for a while, feeling confident that there will be an intact home to return to.

A Taste Of Bureaucracy

Now that I had gathered all necessary paperwork and had a brand spanking new passport it was time to dive into the much feared visa application process.

I call it a process because I’m guessing one round of bureaucracy is enough.

First thing the Finnish lady at the embassy desk, marked “Passports and visas”, says is she doesn’t handle visas. She tries to get her Indian colleague to help out but turns out he doesn’t either. Reluctantly she starts going through the papers I offer her.

She waded through the pile with a furled brow, and even though I followed the checklist I got in advance, she still was sure that there was something missing. She just didn’t know what.

But they’d think about it and let me know once they figured out what it was. We usually come up with something, she said.

She also made sure to mention, twice, that she felt my name is unusual, and that it might raise questions. Exactly why remains unsure. I did check the “Not related to Pakistani”-checkbox in the online form, both for myself, my parents and my grandparents – yes, they are thorough in their questions.

I was told to call them in one week if I don’t hear back. A couple of weeks to go so no sweat about this, yet.

Past The Point Of No Return


Finally, after months of planning and discussions, we’ve reached escape velocity. It is now official. It is going to happen.

First thoughts? Whoa, I’m really doing this.


Whoa. I’m really doing this?

I’m all smiles at this point. Nervous ones perhaps, but smiles nevertheless.