- Nov 8, 2009
- 13
- Category........
- Visa Office......
- London
- Job Offer........
- Pre-Assessed..
- App. Filed.......
- 25-11-2009
- File Transfer...
- 22-12-2009
- Med's Done....
- 12-11-2009
- Passport Req..
- 02-05-2010
- VISA ISSUED...
- 02-22-2010
- LANDED..........
- 03-25-2010
Well. I'm sitting here on our couch beside myself.
I met my (now) husband 2 years ago next month, and while my journey may not be as long or tumultuous as some, I'm exhausted.
He arrives tomorrow, this time for good, no more hugging goodbye in airport terminals with tears streaming down our faces. We will never have to be apart again. Somehow, it's not excitement that I'm feeling. It's relief.
My husband landed the end of March and had to return home to the UK to tie up loose ends before he could commit to moving permanently. When he left everyone close to us kept saying "It must be such a huge relief for him to be a resident now! All the waiting is over, the hard part is done!” or something else along those lines. The truth of it was, yes, we were really excited that the administrative bullshit was done. But the hard part was far from over.
Everyone here will understand that the hard part is being apart from the one you love, the other half of your heart that makes you feel like a whole person.
I've had pillows lined up on his side of his bed for five weeks, just so that I can sleep without feeling empty and alone.
Tomorrow is the day it ends.
I sit here in shock, exhausted, beat up, dumbfounded, and hugely relieved that the hard part IS over. Now we can get on with just being in love.
So I write, to share my shock in my emotions, being relief, and not excitement as I had expected. And, to thank you all for your support over the past year through our application process, all your answers to my questions, and venting sessions about how much I hate the postal service and how ECAS is really just a useless pacifier. As well, I wish every one of you the exact same feeling I am having right now.
No matter what, neither of us will ever take physically being together for granted.
I met my (now) husband 2 years ago next month, and while my journey may not be as long or tumultuous as some, I'm exhausted.
He arrives tomorrow, this time for good, no more hugging goodbye in airport terminals with tears streaming down our faces. We will never have to be apart again. Somehow, it's not excitement that I'm feeling. It's relief.
My husband landed the end of March and had to return home to the UK to tie up loose ends before he could commit to moving permanently. When he left everyone close to us kept saying "It must be such a huge relief for him to be a resident now! All the waiting is over, the hard part is done!” or something else along those lines. The truth of it was, yes, we were really excited that the administrative bullshit was done. But the hard part was far from over.
Everyone here will understand that the hard part is being apart from the one you love, the other half of your heart that makes you feel like a whole person.
I've had pillows lined up on his side of his bed for five weeks, just so that I can sleep without feeling empty and alone.
Tomorrow is the day it ends.
I sit here in shock, exhausted, beat up, dumbfounded, and hugely relieved that the hard part IS over. Now we can get on with just being in love.
So I write, to share my shock in my emotions, being relief, and not excitement as I had expected. And, to thank you all for your support over the past year through our application process, all your answers to my questions, and venting sessions about how much I hate the postal service and how ECAS is really just a useless pacifier. As well, I wish every one of you the exact same feeling I am having right now.
No matter what, neither of us will ever take physically being together for granted.
