The great national holiday in Norway, on May 17th, is a far more involved and formal event than the equivalent celebration in the US, on July 4th. There are also a lot of traditions and traditional food associated with the day. This year, I’m going to partake in a 17th of May breakfast in town.
It arrived. The one document that makes everything irreversible. It makes me catch my breath. I get emotional opening the thick envelope from the US embassy in Oslo. Continue reading
I have been to the US embassy in Norway only twice. The first time was when I was 13, and had to say an oath in front of some embassy officer in order to get my passport renewed, seeing as how I was living in a foreign country. I remember my first passport, probably lost in a move, and I assume I’ll remember my last, currently on its way to the Department of State in Washington, D.C.
As the man said, as he took my signed papers, when I finally get notification that the Department of State has approved my renunciation in a couple of months’ time, the date on all the paperwork will say January 30, 2018.
My renunciation day.
So, I dropped off the face of the Earth—no, I didn’t, just dropped off my blogging.
The autumn got rough. Maybe a lot of bad weather during the summer was a part of it. Maybe it was astrological.
I am no longer a documented alien or immigrant. I am a documented Norwegian citizen now. Check this out: Continue reading