Five passports.
Basically.

Well, ok, a business license and a work permit, good for one year also.
But that in turn allows you to go to Immigration and pick up all the 'confiscated' passports of your family.

We need those little blue booklets (mine is red, btw) so we can go to Dallas on Saturday. Actually, it'll just be me and the girls on Saturday and then Jonas and the boys next Thursday.  The girls are spending a week at their Mema and Poppa's house while the boys will be at their Dad's.  They're all thrilled and looking forward to visiting with friends, going to school for a visit with their old classes and seing their dogs again

I am looking forward to be able to go to a movie theatre, and to be able to buy pull-up's on a Sunday.  Oddly enough the kids have never asked for fast food, theatres or Wal-Mart. 
I guess what we had suspected before making this big move is true - "normal" to the kids is wherever (some of) their loving parents are.  I am convinced that "normal" could be in South Africa, Poland, Anguilla or the US as long we're there.

So when exactly do we lose that? When do we stop being able to go anywhere and feel comfortable because our parents aren't there?  When do human beings get scared by the unknown, reluctant to leave our usual surroundings and intimidated to go to a place where we don't understand the language?  Not sure I know the answer to the "when" but I do believe I know why that happens?

It happens if that "loving parents" thing that makes us adjust to anything unknown so easily does NOT get replaced with the "loving self".  IF that happens, and for most of us that process takes (give or take) about 30-40 years, then normal can, again, be anywhere.  

Think about it!

Are you afraid to go to a place where you don't speak the language?