Learning to walk again
One of the most fascinating things about moving to a whole new (and very different) country is the feeling that you have to learn how to walk again. Very simple things, things you take for granted or know by heart in your own country are now things you will have to figure out.
For example, today I learned what a credit union is. I’ve seriously never heard of such a thing before (and I’m generally not that clueless about most things). Over here we simply have banks. One layer of banks, all the same, pretty much. I also learned that to join a credit union, I have to meet very specific demands. Some were extremely specific, and sadly I could find none in New York City that catered to Swedes or graphic designers and those are the only denominations I subscribe to.
Bummer.
I guess I will have to go with a regular big bank then, who will all apparently “screw me over” and leave me for dead from what I’ve heard so far.