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Originally Posted by dgoyle Phew, what a roller coaster ride. Good to know you are in sales. Remarkable ability to tell tales. Best of Luck! |
Thanks. Inevitably every individual is a Sales Guy in one way or the other. We just don't know it.
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Are you one too? I'm sure there are many on this forum.
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Originally Posted by kaushikr What a wonderful tale!
Must applaud your risk/opportunity taking decisions and your family to support you through it. I have been sitting on a decision to get a dog for the last year, and you have managed to get a dog, buy a house, 2 cars, sell them move continents and what not.
Would love to hear the rest of your tale. |
Thanks. I still don't know how my family tolerates this modern day Md-Bin-Tughlaq in me. I hope this is where my Nomad-ness ends.
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Originally Posted by AlphaKilo Welcome back or should I say "Tervetuloa takaisin" to Nokia land! That move from continent to continent is indeed a herculean task which you managed quite well. How is everything going with the pandemic? Hope you guys reached and settled down in the new place. |
Thanks. Googled translated Finnish is quite ok for the most part but can't use it in daily conversation. Finn's tore up their grammar books into the fire a long ago. many such quotes are seldom used Colloquially.
All previous moves to US and back to India were always easy. never once did I have more than 2 large pieces of baggage per person.
Same was the time I moved from India to FInland too.
The time I moved from Finland to US too was quite easy except the Excess baggage shipment via Cargo but by and large manageable.
Of course there was always the Mantle/dismantle process which involves buying/Selling stuff at either ends and inevitably losing money too.
However, this move from US to Finland was, as you rightly said, Herculean. Anything could have gone wrong midway and impacted me big time. Big gamble. Luckily all ok with the move and still so after 20 months of being back in HEL.
The Pandemic - it has been ok so far but the Paranoia persists. Life is all normal as I type this but who knows what is to come.
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Back to my Story then....
There was a sense of home-coming and rejoice unlike any other during the flight already. Just saying 'Musta Kahvi sokeriton (sugar free Black coffee)' to the Flight attendants felt like being at home. Slept like a baby rest of the flight and reach HEL on time. Seeing that I have returned to Finland after a while, the Immigration officer, as they always do, asked - ''Puhutko Suomea (do you speak Finnish)?'' and my standard answer has always been ''Puhun Vähän Suomea (I speak a little bit of Finnish)'' this is enough to make them happy. ''tervetuloa kotiin (Welcome home)'' he said and I hopped on anxious to see if my Dog, Bongo, made it alright on the other side.
some anxious moments go before I get to see him in his crate coming out of the Special baggage area. Cut open the zip locks and open the crate to see a Gleeful Bongo jump out in joy. Luckily all seemed ok.
Put him in his crate again and took him to the Custom's Clearance. All the effort spent in paperwork in US paid off. He was good to enter Finland.
Folk from the Pet-boarding place were waiting to receive him. As was the usual practise in Pet boarding in US, I handed to them a full set of vaccine history. Lady looked puzzled and asked ''why these papers?'' and I replied question with a question...''Don't you need them here? Don't you want to know if he is not a danger to the other dogs?'' laughing out loud she said ''if he made it past customs, I'm sure he'll be alright. We trust you..don't worry''. Aaah...The golden word - Trust. was missing it all the while in US. Sigh. Home indeed. Handed them the bag of Dog food that Bongo was used to (switching food has to be gradual) and went on to my Air BnB accomodation which was owned by a Finnish Entrepreneur- Markku.
While on the one hand I was getting the sense of Deja Vu everywhere I went, Markku, who lived on the upper floor of that house, made sure I didn't forget US. Turns out he was a huge Trump fanboy and I was not. still am not. He has a huge A2 size poster of Trump outside my room. He enjoyed talking politics and it sounded like I was the 1st individual he has ever seen in his imaginary Apocalypse. Had to dodge talking politics..it is always opinion based and a slippery slope.
Made a quick start to my new job. Something many who keep shifting jobs are pretty used to but not some, like me, who spend more than a decade (or 2) in the same company. At that point, I was not entirely sure what was making me more happy- the new job and the perceived good-ness of the new employer or the fact that I got a chance to come back to familiar ground. Either ways, got a wave of positive energy.
Soon, the settling down priorities had to be taken care of. For reasons I still can't figure out, I hadn't closed my bank accounts and nor had I destroyed my credit cards. With the 'Money' sorted out, I jumped on to the house situation. As said already, I had filed in all the papers while I was still in the US. Typically applicants make choice of properties and the Housing company, based on availability, 'offer' the apartments. One has to pick out one of the options and, if he/she is on top of that list, can accept and plan the Financials and close agreements. In my case, I made no multiple choices. Picked in an area I was familiar with and, fortunately, got the same unit offered. All that was left was to complete the financials which meant applying for a loan for the 15% down payment I had to make. Thanks to the pre-existing bank account, it was merely a 'sign here, here and here' situation and I got the money disbursed. rate of interest was around 1% IIRC. It did take a few days though but it was all smooth. Property Hand-over was post money transfer but I had decided to get Bongo only after I got in all my stuff.
Now the inevitable comparison- For the most part, the processes are quite similar to housing companies in the US. the one thing that does change is the damn Credit Score non-sense that US so religiously follows. How does one 'inherit' credit score? One always inevitably, starts from the bottom. This is so skewed and irritating when I got to hear 'we will only offer to the applicants with high Credit Score'. Anyways all that was History. none of that mattered here. Every bit of my history is in easy access thanks to the population registry.
Bank Accounts - Check.
Check-in at new job - Check. x
Housing - Check.
Goods - Still in Transit.