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hey.
I'm in San Diego, visiting family, going swing dancing, cleaning out stuff from my Mom's and Grandma's houses. Hanging out with my sister and mostly complaining about our Mom. She is, in fact, crazy and depressed. It's not fun to deal with.
I'm going to Chicago on Saturday, bussing to Rockford where I'm gonna visit the ex- b/f and his current g/f and more importantly, their Sugar Gliders. Then it's back to Chitown to see A-Wu, Jonny boy and A.Dowe and whatever other rapscallions we can rustle up. Shall be sweet. I'm not sure if it's too big of a town for me. After comparing it with San Diego, I realized how much I really love San Diego. It's so pretty and spread out and not-intimidating. And full of good swing dancers. Hmph. *is totally undecided about her future.*
The 20s are indeed tough on one.
I stayed up late tonight to try to call my bank in Norway to get them to fax documentation of my money to the Foreign something something (UDI) office in Norway, to prove that I have funds to live on in Norway, to prove that I deserve a residence permit. However, the bank's telephone number is apparently only accessible from Norwegian telephones. CURSES. I emailed them and am absolutely at my wit's end about my goddamn permit. I applied in August and stil don't have it.
I've lived half the fucking year there, why can't they just give it to me already? Jesus. On the other hand, once I get it, I will also have a) clear conscience, and b) I can earn my full salary instead of letting the bastards take 50%, and c) I might get a real live job offer. In that case, I'm really leaning toward staying there another year. It's a great country. Bush isn't president. Norway doesn't wage wars. Everyone is naturally more left-wing than anyone in the US. I'd be earning money. I'd have long vacations and healthcare. Who can beat that?