The visa process is, well, this part of it, is over
Approved. Visa is sent to me – was sent to me last Friday, actually, so the mother’s address change must have messed things up. BUT I AM GOING. Hoo fucking ray.
I feel so jubilant it’s not even funny. Except I don’t – there has been no sinking in. And now, since I spent half the morning on hold with the embassy, I need to shower. Because I smell.
