What happens when you’re in Brazil, and you realize you’re just days away from missing a very important US deadline? When your husband’s green card is in jeopardy because he’s been out of the country too long? When you have to get back RIGHT NOW?
You make some very hurried last minute arrangements, pack as light as possible with as many empty suitcases as possible, and you GO.
You get on a plane. Or three.
Twenty four hours after realizing we had to go right away, we were on our way to the airport. The only flight option that was even remotely affordable left us with two layovers, and twenty long hours of travel each way.
But we made it. He’s still a legal US resident.
And even better? I got to spend some much needed time with my babies. My grown up babies who are on the verge of taking off on their own adventures, which means I got to spend Mother’s Day actually physically with them for the first time in a few years. Granted, we celebrated a few days early, but I don’t care. I loved it. Knowing it will probably be the last one we’ll all have together for the forseeable future? Made it that much more special.
We spent great time with good friends, picked up a few things from storage, bought a few more things we want to have in Brazil (Hello crock pot!), and filled our empty suitcases to the brim. The only thing I can think of that I forgot was my yoga mat, which is still sitting in the back of the car in Houston.
We still have some issues to work out in regards to Brian’s green card, but now we have a few more months to make those arrangements. For now, we’re still OK, although I will probably lose my UK spouse visa when it expires next November. I don’t think there is anything I can do about that, so we’ll deal with getting a new one if and when the time ever comes.
In the mean time, we’re back in Brazil. We’re still in the hotel because the apartment we chose, which was supposed to be ready for us to pick up the keys the day we left, is still a month from being actually ready. We’re going to start from scratch and try to find another one. I don’t know why I’m even surprised, as it’s a well known fact that finding an apartment here is a ridiculous hassle full of empty promises and lies, especially as foreigners. I just hope we can actually find something that’s ready to move into, and is within the budget, before we leave to go back to England in a month. Fingers crossed.