We’re go for launch!
I think the experience of getting my spouse visa to Brazil gave me PTVD (post traumatic visa syndrome), It took three tries, and two months to have that one processed and approved. I had also heard so many horrible stories about the ridiculously restrictive and difficult process involved in getting a spouse visa from the US government when a couple wants to move here, so I was good and worried that I would be living in a form of no-man’s-land (again) thousands of miles away from Brian (again) while I waited for my visa to be approved (again) before I could join him in the UK. I had nightmares about it, and cold sweats. Not knowing about the visa has been my biggest worry.
All I can say is that while the paperwork-gathering stage of the process was a little difficult, and resulted in a three inch thick stack of papers that barely fit into the mailing package, I had absolutely no problems. From the time I mailed off my paperwork to the day I received my passport with the approved visa inside (today!) was less than two weeks.
No back and forth with more paperwork, more signatures, more proof, more interviews, more hassle, more waiting.
Such a relief!
Brian and I did a little dance together over Skype.
OK, well maybe I did a little dance and he just laughed with me. I’m sure he was not laughing at me.
I have a list of things to do before I go, and not having a departure date was really making some of it difficult. I didn’t know if I could leave in two weeks, or if I would have to wait for months. I have to rent out the house, and sell the furniture. I didn’t know when to do those things. Could I really shack up with a friend for two months if I had to wait? (Yes, because my friend is awesome).
I told my dad on Sunday that without the visa I couldn’t pin a date on anything. My big to do list was floating around in space without the anchor of a deadline. A swirly, floating list of big things to do does not make me happy. I wanted some order! I wanted a light at the end of the tunnel!
And now I have it. I’m a happy girl.
I can put a date on the house rental. I know when I’ll be done with my furniture so the new owners can come pick it up. I have a set number of days to put the last of the few things in storage and make that last run to the donation center. I can set a date for the painters. I can nail my kids down to spend time with me while they still can.
I booked my flight.
I booked my flight!
I can handle all of this so much better now that I have that flight booked. It brings the chaos that is my brain back in to a little bit of order.
That sexy husband of mine better get ready. We’ll be on the same continent again in thirteen days.
Can’t. get. here. fast. enough.