Every time you move countries, you're forced through a whole new round of immigration bureaucracy. I'm fine in New Zealand, but Travis and Petra are a bit more precarious.
We're currently trying to renew Petra's Canadian passport and make sure that her application for Canadian citizenship makes it to us here in Dunedin instead of disappearing into the Canadian Consulate in Costa Rica.
We also have New Zealand permit applications for both Travis and Petra to deal with. Travis has paid exorbitant sums of money for a medical and he needs to go to the local police station to get finger printed for a criminal record check. We need translations of Petra's Spanish language birth certificate and proof that we're a real family with real money. We've all had multiple passport photos taken in which we look like shifty criminal types. Travis has filled in a 14 page form (and that's just for a temporary visitor's permit), declaring, among other things, that he has not committed warcrimes or crimes against humanity.
Keeping up with all the bits of paper and making sure we've given immigration everything they could possibly want from us and then some is a pain in the butt. I'll be very glad when our form-filling days are behind us.