brightlywoven: Pickwick the dodo, one of a kind, hand made by my stepmum (Default)
2008-04-30 10:22 am

Appeal dismissed

...as in, we won.

Dear England,

We've gotten to know each other a bit over the last year and a half, and I've got to say, you have some wonderful points. I do so like your daffodils, your green fields, your Oxford, and many of your people.

But honestly, I'd really like it if we could take some of the drama out of our relationship, y'know? I get it, I do - some people thrive on the highs and lows, the terror and the joy. Me, I feel that I've had my share of heartache. I don't want any more sleepless nights over visa issues, no more bursting into inappropriate tears at work when people ask about my future. I'm kinda ready to settle down in peace.(And by peace, I mean working really hard.)

Do you think maybe, you could like, just, go easy for a bit? That would be swell.

Warmest regards,
Dr B

Thank you everyone for your words of comfort and support along this way. It's probably still not going to be easy, but I feel I've got a fighting chance for now. And I'm determined this next year will be wonderful, since no-one knows what may be ahead. So here's to May morning, Tindersticks on Sunday, and a springtime long weekend. And Paris in May. And a new house in June (and maybe now I can stay for the duration of the lease!).
brightlywoven: Pickwick the dodo, one of a kind, hand made by my stepmum (camera)
2008-02-26 09:20 am

irony glorious irony

In response to my effusive thanks on being told my visa is approved, immigration case-worker (the one needing verification I speak English) replies

"Your welcome"

My head exploded.
brightlywoven: (harriet)
2007-11-09 10:46 pm

Oh frabjous day!

Here I am, studying (and watching scrubs) on a Friday night, distracting myself from memorising antituberculous agents by checking the web and I check BBC news...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/7087846.stm

It was only a fortnight ago I discovered the proposal that would lock me out of training in the UK, but my god it has felt like a long time. Exactlyhalf and I have tried to reformulate our universe in the light of what looked to be a crushing blow. I honestly thought the chances of this appeal succeeding were in the order of 1%. I'd even begun filling out a DPhil application. And now, glorious reprieve.

I get to stay! And work! And train in a sensible order! Caloo, callay. I'm going to have a glass of wine and a celebratory chortle.

On a contemplative note though, I now I have a tendancy to anticipate trouble. I've certainly put myself through a lot of grief by expecting the worst here. Then again, if I'd been sanguine, I do believe there was a large chance I would have ended up stranded and unprepared. Still, it does take it out of one to anticipate disaster.