Here to Stay

After a brief wait in line, clutching my residency documents and the letter that had called me there, I handed over my old papers and was handed my permanent residency card from the local Foreigners’ Office..

Now, regardless of job and work status, I’m allowed to stay. It means I’m allowed to change jobs or be out of work. It means that my partner and I can qualify for a mortgage, which every bank had previously denied us on the basis of my status here.

But there are rules. I had to sign a document acknowledging that my stay in Germany will be terminated in the event of crimes committed, and that I cannot be outside of Germany for more than six months at a time.

But mostly, it means life can happen and I can stay.

Shiny new card in hand, I called my partner in the middle of the day, gleeful. His smile came through the phone along with congratulatory wishes from his colleagues. The relief that washed over me when I walked out of the office was a surprise, if only because I had already celebrated upon receiving the acknowledgement by mail.

It’s a big thing, actually. Life can happen and I can stay.

So how does one become a permanent resident in Germany? The process has been simplified and revised recently, but it differs based on one’s status in the first place. I came here with a job based on qualifications completed outside of Germany that are recognized by the German government. In order to become a permanent resident I needed to:

  • Complete the application form
  • Provide a passport photo
  • Be fingerprinted
  • Prove that I had paid into the government pension fund for three years
  • Prove that I was covered by German health insurance
  • Provide the lease for my apartment
  • Provide my employment contract, which needed to be unlimited rather than contract
  • Provide statements of my salary and taxes paid for the last six months
  • Pass at least the German B1 language test
  • Pass either the citizenship test or the integration course, which concludes with a test

Fundamentally, I had to prove that I had integrated into German society and would not be a burden on the state.

As with many things bureaucratic, I found that the easiest way forward was to make an appointment at the Foreigners’ Office and ask about the necessary requirements rather than combing through legalese online. Doing so put me in contact with the employee with whom I emailed back and forth as I put together the paperwork, some of which required contacting various German agencies. Anecdotally, it seems that my process went much more quickly than that of others I know, and I chalk that up to having sat in the office with the person doing the job.

I also cannot understate the importance of knowing the language. Not only is all bureaucratic business at the Foreigners’ Office conducted in German, but the paperwork explaining the required paperwork is also provided in German. My language skills are far below understanding German legalese, but I was able to talk with a real person and get clear answers.

But more than paperwork and the security of being able to lead my life here, applying for and receiving permanent residency means that I’m somewhere that I want to stay. I have built a life here, made friends, and found my person. It makes me laugh to recall that I decided to move here, a decision made five years ago this month, because my town has a climbing hall that I could see on Google Maps. Expect the unexpected, as they say.

Welcome home, my partner said.

January

I like to think of January here as an apology for November. November is dark, damp, cold, and gray – oppressively, endlessly, hopelessly gray. December is brighter because of the lights at the Christmas market and the crispness that sharpens in the air as fall unfurls itself as winter.

And then there’s January, our month of big skies, fresh cold, and spectacular sunsets. Watching night fall is watching an artist at work.

Accustomed to this in January, we were surprised by the days of fog that limited visibility just to the end of the courtyard. The world melted away into white, into gray, and January gave us November vibes.

But the air was full of crystals, and the crystals created their own art.

I was surprised by the brightness of the kitchen this morning and looked up to see the half-moon that had created a reflection of window panes on the floor. The sky was newly clear and I could see the sun beginning to rise as I rode my bike through cold that crackled, everything still covered in last night’s frost. This was January as we know it, coming back after a short rest.

I was glad to welcome her.

Birthday Wishes

Since moving abroad, I’ve had the feeling that my birthday lasts three days. People have sent me birthday wishes a day early or late depending on the time zone I’m in or they’re in, and sometimes it takes me half a day to check my phone, regardless of time zone. I love the feeling of being hugged the world over, and I love the ease of being in touch with people who I have met in different corners of the sky.

This year, my birthday fell on a Monday, my first day back at school after two and a half weeks off. I expected to feel a bit let down by it, but I surprised myself. I am lucky enough to enjoy going to work and I let myself feel pleased by the birthday wishes coming from students and teachers alike. This seemed better than the embarrassment that I’ve conjured up in the past. Maybe it also helped I finally look old enough to avoid, with the notable exception of my grade 7 students, the question of exactly that. They quickly assured me that I don’t look that old, leaving me both flattered and inwardly groaning.

My in-laws surprised me by stopping by with flowers and they stayed for the pizza that my partner and I made from scratch. He has perfected the dough recipe, and it was our best pizza yet. I requested a candle and made a wish, marvelling that this tradition spans oceans. Having left my own family mere days before, it was not just the wine that left me feeling warm as we sat together at the table.

For the coming weekend, we’ve planned a small party to celebrate, inviting more people than we think our apartment can hold. I’m honoured that so many friends can be with us and counting on a bit of birthday magic.

On Monday, I made the same wish upon a candle that I make every time I’m granted a wish, be it on a star or an escaped eyelash. And now my wish for you: May it be a joyful, healthy, peaceful 2025 for you and yours.

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