Ring ring .. Hello? ... Err... Hi ... its London calling...
This post need to be brief-ish because I have to dash again soon, but I would like to make some points about today;
* I got a four year UK Ancestry Visa
* I drove to Canberra and back leaving at 5am in the morning after only 3 hours sleep
* I was missing some necessary documents and improvised admirably (proof of funds required a mid-queue dash to the nearest printing establishment for a lovely colour version of my online statement - this may seem like an easy thing, but it was no mean feat in the heat of the moment and the heat of Canberra)
* Getting the door people to take my photo (again, I was missing a passport photo and the lovely door people [aka "security] were very helpful)
* Drinking an obscene amount of Pepsi Max, Diet Coke and other caffeine-y type horror drinks
* Listening to Rage Against the Machine on my tape deck so loud that my hears started to feel like they were pressure popping
* Doing a little dance near Lake Burley Griffen out of self pride, relief and excitement
* Checking out the Fog Sculpture at the National Gallery (and doing a bit more gleeful dancing) and also my favorite abstractly sexy sculpture (had a weird thing with this one when I was about 20 cause I thought it was sexy as even though you can't really tell what it is ...) [photo of both below nabbed from google]
In summary , if a visa were a passport and asked for "distinguishing features" and they were to base it on my appearance today, I think that the descriptor would be "triumphant gleam to her eye".
Now, after getting all that out of my system, I will add that actually and already in hindsight it seems like it was a relatively simply thing and I don't truly know what I was so worried about, but I will say that life feels very different with one of these thingos in my hot little hand.
Now - I am off to airport to go to Melbourne. The whirlwind continues.
* I got a four year UK Ancestry Visa
* I drove to Canberra and back leaving at 5am in the morning after only 3 hours sleep
* I was missing some necessary documents and improvised admirably (proof of funds required a mid-queue dash to the nearest printing establishment for a lovely colour version of my online statement - this may seem like an easy thing, but it was no mean feat in the heat of the moment and the heat of Canberra)
* Getting the door people to take my photo (again, I was missing a passport photo and the lovely door people [aka "security] were very helpful)
* Drinking an obscene amount of Pepsi Max, Diet Coke and other caffeine-y type horror drinks
* Listening to Rage Against the Machine on my tape deck so loud that my hears started to feel like they were pressure popping
* Doing a little dance near Lake Burley Griffen out of self pride, relief and excitement
* Checking out the Fog Sculpture at the National Gallery (and doing a bit more gleeful dancing) and also my favorite abstractly sexy sculpture (had a weird thing with this one when I was about 20 cause I thought it was sexy as even though you can't really tell what it is ...) [photo of both below nabbed from google]
In summary , if a visa were a passport and asked for "distinguishing features" and they were to base it on my appearance today, I think that the descriptor would be "triumphant gleam to her eye".
Now, after getting all that out of my system, I will add that actually and already in hindsight it seems like it was a relatively simply thing and I don't truly know what I was so worried about, but I will say that life feels very different with one of these thingos in my hot little hand.
Now - I am off to airport to go to Melbourne. The whirlwind continues.
posted by tangles at 6:45 PM
5 Comments:
I'm the french foreign legion. It's hell edgy.
oh crap - wrong post.
i am souper excitment, got your text, it shall be most fun and adventuresome indeed.
Greta at the Colombian voluntarily? I guess our pact is broken...
Disturbing.
Funnily enough, as Andy's social secretary, I know that he did not meet with her there, or anywhere else that weekend. Despite all appearances I do not live entirely through Andy Campbell... despite knowing his movements down to minute detail from the other side of the world...
Anyone care to join my political party: Equal Rights for Stalkers?
Just once during that whole time I was stalking you, it would have been nice if we'd done something I wanted to do!
I have no idea what anyone here is talking about. But hello. Good work on getting your visa thing sorted chia. Does that mean you are coming over here? I thought that idea had been nixed?
No. That idea is still up, kicking and keeping me awake at night.
I have a little under three weeks to get my little self out of my house. Anyone know the time to Panick Station? Oh! We are there already!
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