I’m changing my real name. Having a long family name that’s impossible to translate and to top it off has a strange Scandinavian letter in it can be a slight inconvenience when working in an international environment, but if one is going to try to break through in a different field altogether it is more a burden than anything else. It doesn’t help that I’ve always rather disliked it and never felt any particular connection with it.
Of course, the State mislaid the forms I sent to have it officially changed. So I have to send it again. I hope they gave me the correct address this time.
The rules of the land say that if changing your last name to a rare one used by fewer than 100 people in the country, it will have to be approved by the existing holders of that name. My searching led me to believe there are none, which means it should be automatically approved.
So hopefully, in a couple of weeks, I can start calling myself by my new name. If they don’t fuck up the form this time, that is.
Goodbye Christer Holmstrøm. Hello, Chris Eveley.
Of course, the State mislaid the forms I sent to have it officially changed. So I have to send it again. I hope they gave me the correct address this time.
The rules of the land say that if changing your last name to a rare one used by fewer than 100 people in the country, it will have to be approved by the existing holders of that name. My searching led me to believe there are none, which means it should be automatically approved.
So hopefully, in a couple of weeks, I can start calling myself by my new name. If they don’t fuck up the form this time, that is.
Goodbye Christer Holmstrøm. Hello, Chris Eveley.
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