I am sitting here, shaking. The hot tears of fear and sadness that have plagued me since leaving England and the warm arms of my husband have been replaced with the refreshing release of tears of surpassing joy! I’m coming home!
10:00 AM Eastern Standard Time, Tuesday Morning, Nov. 2, I was woken by the sound of the doorbell. Owing to the fact that sleep has been my primary “escape route” since landing in Orlando last Wednesday, I actually debated whether to get up and answer it. I debated for all of about 1.2 seconds. I was hoping against hope. Surely, they couldn’t have done it that fast (I was terrified, after all, that they wouldn’t do it at all…~~sigh~~ O, me of little faith). I had sent in my application and supporting documents immediately after getting off the plane and through customs on Wednesday. No 10 working days wait, no telephone interview. I ran to the door, peeked out the shade, and saw the FedEx truck. My heart started to leap through my chest. I yanked the door open as fast as I could, signed the paper on the clipboard (the pen didn’t want to work, LOL, the FedEx bloke said it was ok, and I had managed to get out half of my last name). I ran back to the bed that had been my prison and my escape, and gently – as not to disturb the contents – ripped open the package (how does one gently rip? Don’t know, but I did it), and let everything slip out neatly into my hand. Well, everything came rushing out except for my husband’s passport and mine, and it was, of course,
my passport that I was so anxious to see. I reached in and
pulled it out. With trembling fingers I opened it up, AND THERE IT WAS! My UK spousal visa!!!
I just had to share this very joyous news with all of you who have been not only supportive but so informative during this time. If it was not for UKY, I don’t know where I’d be right now. UKY is a Godsend, indeed.
Now, for those of you that have yet to apply for your UK spousal visa, I hope this proves to be encouragement for you. I was concerned about some things because I didn’t have everything that everyone said I needed, namely, the fact that I had no “evidence of funds available to me”. I have no bank account and have not worked “a real job” in a couple of years, and I was concerned that this would pose a problem, or, at the least that they would call me to question me about it.
I am just so happy, and “happy” is an understatement. My husband is my life, the reason I breathe. To know, to have the assurance, that I will be returning to him – and soon – is such a relief, such overwhelming joy.
YAY!!!!!!!!
