So we got my FLR(M)! That means that we can have our honeymoon (we leave for Berlin on Saturday) and when we return I should have the national insurance number I applied for so I should be able to polish my CV's and look for work. It will be nice to find something and not just eat at my savings but instead contribute to them.
We've come such a long way from me not being able to see J for an entire year and Skyping every 4-5 weeks or so (thank you BBM for existing) to me sat in our room eating food from the local Turkish restaurant. We even started the path to get me into his GP's practice which is needed as it turns out Prilosec (which I take daily for my GERD) despite being over the counter in the US is prescription only here. Luckily my brother sent a few boxes which will see me through my appointment with the nurse at the very least. And I have some nexium (not as good but it's better than nothing) to fill the gaps.
This time last year I was desperately hoping we would at this point in the year be waiting to hear back from my application for my fiancee visa so to have already been married for over a month, have my next visa and have actually had a bit of time to unwind from those stresses (we saw Jason Manford and Phill Jupitus in "The Producers" in Birmingham...god I love that show).
Granted none of this could have happened without the support of my parents. They let me keep the money from the lawsuit which makes me look economically more viable to the UKBA so I only had to work my tail off and save to get my visa application money (J paid for the second one) and for my living expenses. It's just so mental how pricey it is. I spent nearly $3000 on the first application and we paid to expedite the decision and it still took six weeks. We paid again for expedited decision this time (which means you have to attend in person) and a projected wait time of 2 hours turned into 4 hours and we were tethered to the home office in a room of shrieking children a good bit of the time. I swear to zod so many women hear a baby cry and want to care for it. I hear a baby cry and what remains of my ovaries shrivel up. Ugh babies. Gross! </rant>
Once our holiday is over not only will I begin looking for work but we begin the terrifying prospect of looking to buy a flat. Once again my parents are awesome in this respect as they gifted us a down payment on a flat for our wedding. No one can afford anything in London so it's a great help. But at 31 and 43 we have never once owned (not rented) our own space so the whole how to of it is a bit daunting. In in the first week of June, J and I will have been together for 3 years. It has been a rough ride to be sure. Nights of no sleep for all the tears, grumpiness, tons of money, a dash of heartbreak and a huge portion of working until you both feel like death (seriously...next time I may just go for a part time job seeing as every time I go for a 40 hour a week job I end up working 52 hours). But there is no one else I would have done all this for. Team Fox Kitty forever!
Listening to: "Immortals" by Fall Out Boy
Reading: War Stories for Girls (vetting it for our neice)
Watching: Father Ted
Playing: Free Game demos
Eating: leftover turkish food
Drinking: water with apple mango cordial