I don't remember if I mentioned it or not on the blog, but I was in the process of applying for my US passport. If you're not familiar with the story, my Mum is American (but raised in London) and my birth dad was English. Mum remarried an American, and he subsequently adopted my sister and I, who are both UK citizens. According to this fact (two US parents, lawfully and fully), I should in theory be entitled to citizenship as well. Which would be lovely, since my entire family is now living in the States, and Banoo and I are two lonely nerds here in Europe. He has no family here, my biological family is not really on the scene, and we're both fed up of paying 12 Euro for a Coke. Pff!
Anyway I got my rejection letter the other day in the post. Which was a massive bummer, and something I wasn't really expecting. I spent my entire life (from the age of 6 when we left the UK) in or around US military installations, and only when I was an adult did I return to England for university. I'm this weird Ameri-Brit hybrid who doesn't really fit in either country, sadly, so I was pretty sure the reviewing immigration officers would see logic (heck, I worked for the US government for over 5 years after high school) but apparently there are some weird 80's laws that mean I'm probably not eligible?
Bah. Anyway, long story short, I'm not going to give up. I'm appealing their decision (my last chance to) and am hoping they will review all the evidence (I have so...so...so much paperwork) and maybe just let me have the passport that will let me move to the same country as the rest of my family, you know, if I want to. My parents are there, my little brother is there, and my big sister is as well (and married to an American), as well as my AMERICAN Granddad and Gran, and my (dead now, alas) Great-Gran who lived in New Jersey. I mean, come on. I'm not some clung-to-the-the-bottom-of-the-lorry stowaway immigrant who doesn't speak English and is looking for a better life at the taxpayer's expense or anything. Just a little booklet of paper to let me live in my parents' basement if I want to...that's all I'm asking for.
This means I'm off to Colorado (again) to see about sorting out my convoluted citizenship, to visit Mum and Dad, noogie my little (much, much bigger) brother, breathe the thin, extremely nose-crustifying mountain air, and, hell, if I'm lucky, maybe even find a pair of jeans that fit. While I wait with a lump in my throat for the appeal decision.
So blog posts might be a little thin on the ground until I am back in November, but I'm hoping all of you lovely, lovely people will be crossing various phalanges for me, in the hopes of a big 'ole "YES".
Oh, the photo? That's Mum's living room. Where I will be sitting and jaw-clenching as I wait. Hrrng!