After piles of paperwork and hundreds of Francs in fees, I am officially Swiss. It’s been quite an exercise in hoop jumping, but I didn’t expect less. Now if I could only recognize the national anthem. I wonder if I’ll end up following Faith’s example and move back to Australia. Oh, wait, I’m from the US.
Elli
Elsa
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23 January, 2006 at 5:09 PM
Elsa
She is Swiss!
She is Swiss!
She is Swiss!
23 January, 2006 at 10:50 PM
kitschenette
congratulations! was the whole process long and tedious? did they interview your neighbours and go through your rubbish? (i’ve heard rumours that tehy do…)
now, settle back and enjoy the swissness.
23 January, 2006 at 11:18 PM
aidan
wow yay!
24 January, 2006 at 10:43 AM
Elli
Thanks and thanks. It’s such a long process I’ll have to create a new entry!
25 January, 2006 at 4:16 PM
schmutzie
Congrats!
27 January, 2006 at 8:09 AM
faith
Congratulations! And as far as I’m concerned, you’re welcome in Australia any time! Do you have that strange twilight-citizenship-feeling? Not quite really Swiss, wouldn’t call yourself Swiss, but strangely-when-you-least-expected-it, it’s more than just a piece of paper?
28 January, 2006 at 1:00 PM
Elli
Faith, that’s a great way of putting it — I don’t have the words for it yet. I’m sure it’ll start sinking in soon…
29 January, 2006 at 12:44 PM
faith
Sinking being the operative word….. Since you’re Swiss and I’m Dutch we probably have a lot more in common, like urges to clean things. Actually I’m still waiting for those.
30 January, 2006 at 10:32 AM
Elli
The cleaning bug hit me a few months after arriving in the country, but I rebel when I can. And my organizational skills have increased tenfold.