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Monday, July 10, 2017

The Trouble With Moving Overseas

Planning to move to Scotland, or really anywhere, is a true roller coaster ride. Some days, I see pictures like this and get all the good kinds of butterflies in my stomach.


I mean... who wouldn't want to move here with pictures like this? 
Then of course, reality sets in. It's not just imagining yourself hiking up to Arthur's Seat or traveling all throughout Europe. It's visas, healthcare, renting an apartment, paying taxes, constantly converting pounds into dollars and finding a job. It's no joke. Plus, this Minnesotan knows nothing of travel, let alone moving to another country.

So, if any of you find yourselves in this same predicament, let me see if I can help you out. Know that each country has very specific rules and guidelines, but hopefully this will give you a little more direction than I had.


Visas


Let's just start with this:



For real. I have never felt more stressed out filling a document out than I did when we were for filling out our visa Scotland. The wounds are still fresh. The top priority is to know what kind of visa you qualify for. Are you visiting? Are you there long-term or short-term? Are you sponsored by an academic institution or an employer? Are you a dependent of a student?

In my situation, my husband is going to school and he qualifies for a study visa. Since I have want to work when I'm over there,  I need to apply for a Tier 4 visa. But WAIT, there's more. It's not just a Tier 4 visa, but it's general Tier 4 student visa. Basically what that means is that I'm accompanying my husband, who has been accepted into a program. That makes it easier for me to get approved, at least from what I can tell. If not, we're doomed. Kidding (I think). 

You still have to prove that you can live there. Because we are from the United States, we are waived from presenting a lot of different documentations. Other countries have to show that they have £13,000 (about $16,700) in your checking account, or have hand written letters from your parents that will be supporting you. Then you have to also make sure you have enough merits or credits to live there. Justin had 30 (you need a total of 40) just by receiving a full ride his first year there. As far as I can tell, I don't have any merits, but hopefully it work out.

Also, visas to Scotland aren't cheap. To come into the U.S., it can cost about $200, whereas to get into Brazil, it'll be about $160. Fair enough, fees are fees. But Scotland — or the U.K. as a whole, from what I'm gathering — is $450! Now I don't know if this is a yearly fee or what, but I wasn't prepared to drop that much. So before you decide to move somewhere, find out how much you will be spending up front so you aren't taken aback.


Health Care


This is pretty much a good thing from what I understand. The National Health Service is essentially health care that is provided by the government through taxes. And everyone gets it. It's a very different system than here in America. Everyone has different feelings on what health care should look like, and there are upsides and downsides to each. Here, insurance is expensive, and still doesn't cover a lot of different procedures. I have definitely avoided going to the doctor for things, just so I don't get a bill in the mail later.

In the U.K., you are apart of the NHS automatically. You don't get a bill in the mail — ever. Seems like a dream come true. Now, of course, I've read that there are waiting lists for waiting lists. You can't just walk in and get an appointment. When you do finally get an appointment, I've heard the care isn't quite as great. Maybe that's true, maybe it's not. I might have to blog about it later when I have a first-hand experience.




Either way, be prepared to pay that fee upfront. It doesn't cost much ($300/person for the year) but again, it's paired with your visa fee.


Renting an Apartment


This has been harder than I'd like. I also haven't had to put in a lot of effort on this since my mother-in-law loves looking at places. But they definitely do it a little different in Scotland. 

My mother-in-law has been scouring apartments for months (looking at prices, number of bedrooms, the distance from my husband's school, the distance from grocery stores, and so forth. She's been diligent.) and has a good feel of some good areas, and of course, how much you'll pay. 

When you're moving like we are — with the intent of moving back to the U.S. — it seems like finding a furnished apartment is ideal. But, with furnishings comes a higher price. It's not cheap to have someone provide you with everything you need. 

On top of that, I read a really interesting fact that most American homes are 2,300 sq. ft. In Scotland? 883 sq. ft. Wow. I knew I'd have to tone down my expectations of what a "good apartment" was, but it seems like your place will be small at best. I've been wanting a two bedroom for when visitors come, but it's seeming less and less likely that I'll find one in my price range. Sigh. 

Also, it turns out, landlords want you to physically see the apartment in person before you sign your lease on the day you move in. I guess they don't want to be scammed. I mean... we probably do seem sketchy from their point of view. Seems reasonably and common practice, but for us, we can't make a separate jaunt over there to solely look at potential homes. So how does one secure a living space before they move? From what I can find: you can't. Now we might be looking at renting an Airbnb or something similar for a while until we can find a place of our own. Not what we were hoping for, but I'm not sure what else people do! 


Council Tax Bands


This, my friends, is a special fee that is added to your house/apartment. We had been seeing it on all the listings (This property is in Council Tax Band B) and had no clue what that meant. Some type of zoning limits? Nope. It's essentially a fee you have to pay for water and sewer. And it's not cheap. If you're in band A, you'll pay a little over £1,000 for the year. But if you've found yourself living in band H? Be prepared to spend £3,100 over the course of a year. 


Final Thoughts... For Now


While I can't say these will be all the headaches we'll encounter on the process of moving overseas, I do know that these have been our struggles over the last few weeks. It's not an easy transition, at least not for me. I'll continue to post of all the hoops and regulations you have to go through in case anyone else is finding themselves in the same position. Otherwise, you can sit back and enjoy reading the struggle. The struggle is VERY real folks. 

Always, 

Sunday, July 02, 2017

Celebrating the 4th of July: Delano Style

Friends, the 4th of July is nearly upon us! This might not be your favorite holiday on the calendar year (I mean it is competing with Hug Your Cat Day and Ugly Sweater Day), but it is one of my top days. It might have something to do with my hometown. Delano, Minnesota is one of the oldest and longest 4th of July celebrations. Filled with a 5k run, parades, carnivals, fireworks and even a crowning ceremony for the Delano royalty. 

In case you're curious, Delano has an ambassador program that helps represent Delano to the surrounding community, while also volunteering our time within the community. It's a pretty cool program, which I can say since I was Delano Princess 2005-2006 (yes, I still have my banner and crown). And our theme has always been the 4th of July. So you might say I have a lot of deep connections running through my veins for this particular day. 

So young, so regal 

The Dazzling Gleam of Fireworks


One of my favorite parts about our town celebration is the fireworks. I've seen a lot of them throughout the country. Boston (north shore area), Minneapolis, St. Paul, Plymouth, Stillwater, New York City, etc. and none have compared to Delano's fireworks. Maybe it's because I remember watching the fireworks from my house through the tree branches of our tall elms or hurrying with our friends from the carnival to get a good spot on the hill where they shoot them off. But every time I've found myself under the glow of the fireworks as they burst through the air, I find myself content, taking in all the sights and sounds and smells (there is a strong firework smell when you're less than a football field away from the designated shooting off area) of the 30 minute event. 

In recent years, they've made it more of a pyrotechnic event, with fire and fireworks in rhythm with pop songs that everyone already knows. I'm always proud of the display they put on, and every friend I have brought to the show has enjoyed it. Seriously people, check it out. Here's a link if you need it

Parades, Parades and More Parades


Let me tell you. I've been in my fair share of parades. I'm not talking like 3 or 4, I'm talking like in the 50's. Maybe I'm overshooting that, but that's what it feels like. In the year of your "reign," you attend all your neighboring town festivals (Rockford River Days, Jesse James Days, Big Lake Spud Fest, Hopkins Raspberry Festival) which usually involves a parade. Some are pretty cool while others are long and tedious and you feel burnt out before the parade begins. It's hot and always feels like it manages to be humid, plus you are wearing a full-length dress, high heels and gloves. But because of the insanity of it all, I've really grown to appreciate all that goes in to a parade. Plus, I'm pretty sure I like it better on the sidelines — there's candy there. 

Another Delano parade in the books! 

The Zipper, the Scrambler, and Bingo


The carnival is where it's at when you're a teenager. With a dozen or so rides, sugary food flowing from every crevice of the carnival, and a million different games to play, it's the event you look forward to as you hit mid-summer break. 

Every year my friends and I would go and do the same things: Ride the zipper until we're so dizzy we need to stop, eat some mini donuts and drink the biggest cup of lemonade you've ever seen, ride more rides, and hit up the fireworks. It's also the time you'd finally see all the kids from school that you hadn't seen since that last bell rang in June. You'd swoon with your friends as the cute boys walked by and gossiped about how everyone looked. It was quite the affair. 

These days, it always feels a little bizarre getting back into the small town life. Not that I've become a city person by any means, but it makes you feel like you've stepped right back into high school – and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I don't typically go to the carnival anymore; the zipper makes me feel too sick too fast and I don't desire the greasy foods as much as I once did. I feel more drawn to the bingo tables and the baseball game than I do anything else. Clearly I'm a grownup. But the carnival still holds a special place in my heart as I walk through and see all the kids doing all the things I used to do.
 

The 33rd Annual 5k Race 


This year I plan to run the Delano 5k before the parade begins. It's funny that it's basically been a thing my whole life, and I'm now just running it. Actually, I remember vividly seeing people run and thinking (or saying out loud) "Why on earth would anyone do this?!" Yet here I am. I'm hoping for mild temps in the morning, and a nice little breeze to make it extra sweet. I think my biggest desire to run this race comes from me moving to Scotland. I want to soak up everything Delano has to offer me since I won't be back for potentially a long time. I want to eat the funnel cakes, ride the zipper, see the fireworks, and yes, run the race just to have a happy memory of it all. 

So I hope you all have a wonderful 4th! I hope this year you decide to hit up a carnival or catch an amazing fireworks show or even run a race if there is one nearby. Enjoy the sounds and the sights, take it all in! 

Always,