Okay okay okay.
Enough already.
I just want to be there.
The paperwork for my visa for the US is progressing as fast as it can do, really, but this isn't fast enough for me.
I feel like I'm waiting for something to start, and the sense of anticipation and all of my looking forward is making each day here feel like a thwarting, a frustration, even a waste.
I know you should never wish your life away. I'm not - I'm just wishing that I was living this particular bit of my life with the woman I love on the other side of the Atlantic.
There's so much we want to do with our lives together, and so little time to do it in.
On the more immediate front, there's a lot I want to get stuck into - finding a job, adjusting to life in America, determining the nearest Indian Takeaway to Astoria, finding my way around New York...and I can't touch any of it yet.
The application for a Fiancé Visa means that I can't now apply for jobs which have working visas tied up in them, and, seeing as I don't actually have the Fiancé Visa yet, I can't apply for jobs that you need a Visa for. I have contacted a few recruitment agencies in the NYC area and said 'Um, I'm coming at some point, here is my CV', but that's about all I can do for the moment.
I got a new, full Birth Certificate in the post this morning, with my parents' names and everything, which my smaller one doesn't have. It's another document ticked off the checklist.
Another day, another tiny bit of progress.
The US Embassy in London will have recieved the second-to-final bunch of forms they need from me. After I send them one more in a few weeks' time, telling them that I have all the documentation I need for an interview, they'll set a date. When that will be, I don't know.
I'll troop along, get prodded a bit by a doctor, asked some questions, and then, hopefully, a piece of paper will arrive by post in the few days following that, and I will be legally able to enter America with the intent of marrying the woman I love.
Oh, it's worth it, I know it's worth it. I am merely impatient.
One day at a time, hey?
now i am le sad.
Patience sucks don't it. Here's hoping the time goes quickly, for you both!
oooh, i just got my birth certificate, too. in preparation for what i think is my inevitable flight from this country.
is that what they call karmic balance?
You're leaving?
Was it something I said?
I could cheer you up with my trumpet playing (on, may I add, my home-made trumpet). I can play 'twinkle twinkle little star'. It's great!
Blimey.
nah, not any time soon. i've got a pretty spiffy setup going on here.
but, you know. eventually.
I really can't wait to meet you and reveal the culinary secrets of the PR Astoria. And also to Krissa, because she is, like, never there.
wait wait - how does one go about MAKING THEIR OWN TRUMPET?? anna, if i get the wool can you make me one?
well, you get a plastic cup, half a cotton reel, some plastic-rubbery type piping/tubey stuff and you may need a glue gun (or that may have just been me getting overexcited by the thought of glue guns) and then you stick it all together. The mouth piece is quite hard to make though. I used the half of the cotton reel and some cleverly cut out plastic sheeting. I may post a photo of it up soon, so others can benefit!
My readers are funny.