St. Patrick’s Day (last Monday) was our orientation about the move to Ireland. Four-and-a-half hours cramming information into our heads, with two-and-a-half of it being about international taxes. What the US requires, what Ireland requires, when we don’t have to double-pay, how Lilly pays the extra to make up for Ireland being higher, and on and on. Suffice it to say that it’s complicated enough that Lilly arranges for PriceWaterhouseCooper to do our taxes for us. Good thing!
Some of the rest of it was info we already knew, like the cost of living allowance and how they “gross it up” so that the money we get after taxes is what they promise (which is part of what makes taxes complicated), and they provide one car for us, trips home for us and to Ireland for the boys, they’ll buy the house if it doesn’t sell, etc.
Some of the info new to us is that we switch to a different health care plan, which covers us anywhere in the world with no co-pays (don’t know yet if it covers chiropractors), we need to register with the State Department so they can keep us posted on possible problems, although Ireland is considered very safe, and we have a horrendous inventory to take of everything before they pack us up. How many of what, and what replacement cost will be. Ugh.
We also get a full day of cultural orientation sometime in late April, when, of course, I’m cramming to get the house on the market. In the meantime, I keep plugging away. Stripping wallpaper in the 4th bedroom right now, and trying to find a home for the cats. Any takers out there?