Have you ever emigrated?
Here are some of the things I’ve had to do or collect for the Australian government that have kept me from writing this blog:
- Local background check from the Atlanta cops.
- Fingerprints and national check from the FBI.
- Physical check and chest X-ray from a doctor specified on Australia’s list of docs.
- Copy of my passport with a signature on the back asserting that it’s really me. The signature has to be from someone in a profession acceptable to the Australian government. This includes a pharmacist, so that’s who did it.
- A list of every single job I’ve held since college.
- A list of every visit I’ve taken to Australia, including visa numbers and dates. (This list had to be filled out on two separate forms.)
- A list of every country I’ve visited in the last ten years.
- A list of every place I’ve lived in the last ten years.
- Evidence that I won’t need Australian welfare.
- Evidence that my relationship with my wife is real and lasting. I’m supposed to provide evidence in several categories, including “social,” “financial,” and others.
- A statement of my relationship, describing how we met, how we “support each other,” and what our future appears to be.
- A certified copy of my birth certificate.
Of course, this is aside from thinking about movers and real estate agents and passports for the kids, etc.
I’m hoping that readers will be forgiving and pretend that this is an actual post, rather than just a list of crap.
I mean, I think it’s interesting. Sort of….