As Jason and I contemplate a relocation in the next few years, I've been having flights of fancy about doing a few years in Europe before settling down again.
I've looked at travel nursing in the UK, specifically Scotland.
Recently, I've been looking into what I've termed the return to my genetic homeland.
Scandinavia. The earliest known location was Denmark. The rumor is the first Danish Nye came from Sweden.
So, I've been looking at Denmark, Finland, Sweden, Norway.
I like Denmark because, if you get a work and resident permit based on being offered a job there, your "spouse, registered partner or cohabitating partner" is also given a work and resident permit.
See, they don't care HOW you make a family, they just care about keeping your family together.
When I read that, it made such sense to me on a level that goes deeper than mere common sense, more into basic humane common decency.
I know, it's a silly little thing, but I liked it.
Now, I need to learn to speak Danish.
The boyz say: And they will understand our names, unlike many Americans.