That face when you go to immigration and you don’t even know which line to start standing in.
Moving abroad to Europe sounds glamorous in theory (and don’t get me wrong, those sunset walks along the Danube are enchanting), but some details of expat life, such as wandering the halls of purgatory the immigration office are not.
Additionally, neither is getting a tiny marathon of medical tests done to determine that you’re fit for work.
(Cue me being a dramatic lil baby for having to get my blood drawn.)
But then I get home to my very own apartment provided by the school, Pinterest some Halloween crafts for a job that lets me play with preschoolers all day, and wrack my brain over which ruin pub to meet my friends at tonight, and I realize that expat life is pretty sweet indeed.
And then~cherry on top~I realize that I have the eager support of CETP and my host institution to help me navigate the red tape of the Hungarian bureaucracy, and that turns any salt into sugar real quick!
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