All's Well That Ends Well

...let's just hope this ends well, eh?


Today has been quite a day.
(written Tuesday, Aug 23rd)

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Oh my, had my first battle with bureaucracy on Tuesday... thought for a moment that I might be deported, but surely if they didn't kick out Sam Greenberg, they will not kick ME out...

So what happened, eh? I arrive to Slovenia 2 weeks ago. It's been a bit chaotic- afterall I have made a few friends in the past 2 years that I love very dearly and have been eager to visit in addition to the pseudo-family. Plus I had to relax on the seaside, make new friends, explore nature, and form a crush on a charming young Slovenec... these things take energy... (don't worry, potential suitors- the crush is dissipating)

In the midst of all of exhausting wonder, I received a phone call. This phone call, in fact, came at the perfect time to destroy my ecstasy at purchasing a bike (which, btw is BEAUTIFUL. I will attach a picture soon- it's a men's Hybrid, blue and silver... perhaps would prefer a woman's bike, but the price was unbeatable). I couldn't make out everything in the phone call, only things like:
''Your work permit was rejected''
''We have to get these things Apostilled''
''We can't pay you until October''
''You might have to go to Washington''

Huh? Are you serious? I sent all of the documents, along with multiple clarifying emails.

Luckily, I am the most blessed woman in the world and have people taking care of me at every corner. So thankful, dear parents- mom, thank you for your incredible organization that allows me to know exactly where documents are even from 7 time zones away, Oče- thank you for being a knight in shining armor and letting this Apostille issue eat up your morning at work (and then afternoon? Evening?) without a single complaint, for taking everything to the post office, and for making photocopies to send to me (remember! Do not unstaple!!!).


I think it's all going to be ok. At least, that is what people keep reminding me. Fighting against the typical-nicole-panic-state, trying to keep calm and carry on...

Love you all.
-Nika

ps. I promise- future posts will be more entertaining.