Well today i started out work in quite a cheerful mood….you know, a good sunny morning which is becoming quite rare in Chester nowadays. I turned on my laptop this morning to be innundated with emails RE: transfer to Amsterdam!
Yes, its finally happened. I am being transferred to Amsterdam.
What struck me the most was that i this was offered to me a few years ago, i would have jumped up and down, rolled round and shouted in excitement at the prospect of going to liberal, fun, exotic, high inducing amsterdam! But guess what?
now all i think about is how much tax are they going to take out my wages and what the local nurseries are going to be like?! Are the roads and buildings pram-friendly? Will we find a house with a garden/park nearby so that harith can practise his walking and perhaps have a run around in the grass?! And i am not even talking about the good kind of grass, if you get what i mean…….
Sheesh,…I keep thinking to myself, when did i become this boring old fart?! Damn I’m a boring, irate sod!
I guess being a parent will just automatically pull your ass kicking and screaming into adulthood and responsibilityville at double quick speed!
Well, i have spent the last 3 hours or so studying at what needs to be done to get this transfer through, and frankly it involves pushing a helll of a lot of paper ( paperwork kids!) and jumping through the bearaucracy ( well i dont know how to spell…do i?) of the dutch immigration system!
I absolutely hate paperwork. It gets on my nerves and does my head in, frankly. Well i guess you have to do what you have to do.
I could just take the easy way out and ask Epoi what he did when they were moved to Amsterdam….
but that would be too easy? I am sure epoi can spell it out for me.