So there I was, feeling all confident and shit. This move was on lock. We had everything ready to be packed, we'd gone through piles of accumulated junk and whittled down our belongings to only what would fit in our new 86 square-metre home. Piece of ca-- what? What's that? Immigration Services? You want me to what?
You know how when you think you have life pretty much sorted out it likes to surprise you and remind you that you are Not In Charge? It happened again! And this time, the timing is spot on. Nice one, Life.
You see, I've been in the process of applying for my U.S. citizenship since last year. I was adopted in Japan by my Dad (it feels weird to say step-dad) who is American. Texan, in fact. (Bless him.) My mum also is a citizen, though she was raised in England. The fact that two of my parents are American should also mean that I am, right? Not so much. Though my whole posse is now living it up in America (bro and sis too), I'm the dork over here in Europe who can only stay in the States for three months at a time and not work, etc. Long story short, I applied for citizenship on the basis of adoption/parents being American, and though the application- we were told- was going to take until about mid-June to process, I got a letter last week saying I was needed in Denver on April 29th for my interview, stat!
April 29th. The exact date our stuff is being delivered in Paris. Hrrrrrng. Asking for a delay or new interview could add another 4 months to the process, and if I go on the 29th I get the decision the same day...
I had to do it.
So, here I am, just about to fly to America, leaving Banoo to do everything and handle it on both ends. I feel awful that I'm dumping it all in his lap (though I am kinda glad, secretly, I hate dealing with movers) I'm pretty sure he can manage. And it's for a damn good reason, too. I think it makes sense- I grew up on US military bases, went to US schools, know more about US history (and life) than any English person should, and even sound like some weird hybrid non-regional newsreader who has ideas above their station. It would be nice to know, as well, if my parents get ill or start getting more ready-for-the-old-folks'-home than they are already (kidding, Mum, I know you read this), that I can easily be with them.
So yes! Please send me all the good red, white, and blue karma you can on the 29th! Also, please send Ban your strength. He's gonna need it, the poor fella.