If anyone ever tells you moving is easy, give them a good smack, from me. I deserve one too, though, but have now officially learned my lesson.
Moving is never easy. Ever. No country is perfect, they all have their defects. Do not idealize anything or anywhere.
And, most importantly, there really is no such thing as globalization – in some cases anyway.
Allow me to explain. The hubs left on Tuesday, and poor man, after a long, gruelling journey complete with both flight and train delays, he made it to Derby. The lucky man got the keys to the house and a UK number no problem. At which point it was my turn to do my part from Italy – order the furniture online with next day delivery from Ikea, and the appliances from another website.
So I got to work. First, a bed. Hubs can’t sleep on the floor now can he? And he can’t keep spending the night in the hotel when we have a perfectly good house available. So, I picked the bed, battled it out with selecting the right mattress (it wouldn’t let me buy certain ones online for some reason), and then finally proceeded with the delivery options. Earliest possible delivery date: September 11th. No next day delivery, no assembly option. What the…? Call Ikea UK customer service. On hold for over thirty minutes; add more Skype credit. After 40 minutes, I gave up. Panicked phone call to the hubby, hysterical crying. Solution: the poor man took the bus out to Nottingham, went to the Ikea in person, and made the order – with next day delivery.
So, I tried to at least get the fridge and washer-dryer. I measured, and calculated and hummed and hawed, and finally selected my fridge and washer, elected the delivery option (we had next day delivery – and a time slot option!), and proceeded to pay with my Italian Poste Pay (it’s like a credit card). I input all the info. All well. Q: Is the billing address the same as delivery? No. Input billing address. OK. What? No country selection?! The billing address has to be in the UK? Sigh. So I lied to make it easier. Is the billing address the same as the delivery address? Yes. Verification in progress. Verification failed. I tried twice. Nada. More hysterics. Another phone call. A very stressed out facebook update. Solution: that saintly man I married is going to a home appliance retailer to buy the fridge and washer in person. And hopefully have it delivered. After he gets back from Nottingham. What a day.
All of this followed my failed attempt to get broadband set up. With the kind help of a friendly assistant, I filled out the online form. Until we got to the credit check. Please enter your address. Done. Have you lived at this address for three years. No. Please write the postcode. Insert Italian postcode. Postcode not recognized, input a UK postcode. I don’t have one. We cannot do a credit check without a UK postcode. Well then, do immigrants have no phone service? Are we not allowed broadband? What the heck?
European Union my glorious behind. Global economy – guess I know where to shove that…
So, the end of the day resulted in no bed, no appliances and no internet, and my husband running around like a chicken with his head cut off when he should be trying to get settled in and prepare himself for his new job. Only consolation – I was able to order pet stuff online today, because this website had the genius idea of putting a PayPal button at the checkout. At least I still have that!