…bygones

Well, I’m still here…

I don’t really know when I’ll be back. I hope it’s soon. I really do.

Kev and I have been chatting on Skype, complete with webcams and all. It’s nice, but it’s not the same. His birthday was the other day. I still can’t believe I’ve started off my married life with me in one country and him in another. It isn’t fair. *shakes fist at home office*

I did get to spend my first Thanksgiving here in 6 years, which was nice. I got a new lense for my camera (50mm); and spent the day taking pictures of the family and turkey and pies and kids. I stuffed myself silly and then just felt sick. What a weird holiday this is.

Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back, I have this nagging worry. There’s no deadline. There’s nothing to look forward to. I do nothing most days and to combat the boredom, I’ve been shopping. This is not good for my bank account and it also means that on monday (shop today? On Black Friday? Are you crazy?!) I’ll have to buy a bigger suitcase to haul all of my booty back to the UK. I need to stop shopping. Now.

Also, and this should let you know how bored I am, I’ve been knitting socks. It’s nice sometimes, to sit and watch telly and knit, but I keep thinking of what I’d be doing if I was at home. Well, making money would be a start; I’m anxious to go back to work. Not to the actual job, mind you, just to start getting money back into my account. Plus I’m worried about kev having to pay everything by himself.

Anyway, so I’m bored. I have to share cars with my parents, which means I have to get up at 6 or 7 in the morning, take one of them to work, and then pick them up at the end of the day so that I can have a bit of freedom during the day without being stuck at home. This comes in handy, especially if I run out of cigarettes.

It is nice to hang with my family and not have to cram in visits to everyone in one week, like I normally do. Most of the time I hear, ‘Oh it’s great you’re here. Wish you could leave and go back, but YAY, you’re here!’

Boo.

I called Boss2 today, finally got a hold of him. He’s pretty cool with my being away, he knows it’s not my fault and that I’ll be back when I can. But I’ve been having dreams that I get the sack or somesuch, so I called to ease my own mind. He’s ok. He wrote a lovely letter for me to send to the Visa people saying that I am ‘integral to the company’ and that he ‘looks forward to my return’. That was nice.

Right now the Visa website is saying that they process 66% of the applications within 10 working days, so it looks hopeful, but with the holiday this week, I’ve been cheated 2 days of processing.

Maybe next week I’ll hear from them.

Maybe.

I mused yesterday that I should be blogging about what’s currently going on, but that it’s a bit depressing for me to capture it on here.

But here’s a brief outline anyway.

My UK Visa has expired. It actually expired before Kev and I got married, but we didnt’ let that stop us. The Home Office is adamant that in order to apply for my new visa, I must be in my home country, lest it be rejected.

So, after the wedding day we decided to take our honeymoon here in the States so that I could apply for my new Visa. This process has taken longer than I thought it would, and definately longer than I think it should. It’s a no-brainer, right? I’m married to Kev; I’m settled in Glasgow; I have a job and a flat and a life there. It should be simple, right?

Well, not so much. So, one week after I was due to fly home to Glasgow; Kev has gone ahead of me, and here I am. Still. Waiting.

We’ve changed my flight to Saturday, but with it being Thanksgiving this week, I don’t think any post is going to come through in time.

Alas, I am anxious to get home. I’m a little bit bored, and more than a little bit heartbroken that my husband is in another country and I am defenseless to put it right.

Anyhow, if anyone feels like writing a strongly worded letter to the home secretary, be my guest.

Well, with the wedding finished, the pictures are just starting to come in. It was a great day; I didn’t feel nervous at all, just anxious most of the day. But once I got up in front of everyone at the ceremony and was holding Kevin’s hand, everything in the background melted away and all I could see was him.

I had so much fun on the night, I didn’t want it to end. The band was excellent, the wine was flowing, and we were dancing like crazies!

I couldn’t be happier, I have met the perfect man. I delight in making people call me by my married name; and I look down at the rings on my finger and smile to myself.

Thank you, Lis and Paul, for the beautiful photos!