i finished the volunteering for the llgff on wednesday evening, which concluded with leaving when the lights came up at the floridita in a drunken stupor blabbering to a director on how much i liked her work.
not so much that i am embarrassed by speaking to her...it's just the way i went about it makes me think that i need to lay off the juice for a bit. this week has been overcrowded with excuses to get hammered. almost every night has been celebrating something at the festival - a precursor for being given enough cobra to get pissed with.
after spending the close part of two days recovering...i would say that either i've overdone it or that my age is catching up with me. i'll go for the former answer.
not feeling exhibition inspired and with the spitting outside, we chose the film option. i had been hearing/seeing adverts about let the right one in and with chris in agreement, we endured a preliminary 30 minutes (yes, i counted) of advertisements to see it. now, i thought, i could see what the rave had been about.
suddenly, on the screen, i see the first image: backlit snow flurries introducing the opening titles. i looked and thought it looked familiar. it was not too much longer before the synapses fused to make me realise i was seeing a film which had already had my $10/£8 contribution.
although i am happy i saw it for a second time, due to its superb construction, i later thought that perhaps i should write more things down.
like with any preparation and eventual departure, the last week or so tends to be havoc and a whirlwind of events and emotions.
leaving the united states seems rather quiet this time with no bombastic craziness as i found when i jetted to italy over two years ago. perhaps it is better this way. i have always found subtlety to be a more appealing approach than other options anyway.
goodbye. you will have a deep place in my heart.
for the best part of a year now, boBo and i have undergone a tremendous amount of change requiring adaptability and separation from time to time like the last stint of months while i collected information for the application.
the entire visa became a project and at some moments did not seem like it was going to end. well, last week it was finally deemed substantial enough (400 pages?) and was sent in a shoe box with fingers crossed. upon receipt of the package, the consulate's correspondence simply provided me with a five to fifteen working day waiting period in which i truly felt like i would not be able to manage it.
i was happily surprised when i entered the apartment yesterday afternoon to find a parcel from the consulate with all of the documentation exactly as i had prepared it. my first inclination was that something was wrong with it. everything was there with one small addition: my passport had the proper visa stamp to enter the united kingdom on a permanent basis.
yes folks...that is it. as of march 1st, i will no longer be in the united states but will be rejoined with my husband and love for almost five years now.
we both wanted to thank everyone that supported us by means of their written letters or with encouraging words even in the bleakest moments throughout this ordeal. the immense love that has been shown to us on every level will never be forgotten as we now can freely live together with no worries of illegality looming over our shoulders. we honestly could not have done it without any of you.
thank you for reading this blog that has been an evolving lump from the beginning and hope that you will continue to read it from time to time as a new phase of life begins...and i am so ready for it.
the only thing to do now is wait in anticipation for the inevitable notification that they have made a decision. which one being up for grabs is probably the single thing that is pulling at my vitality. i cannot stop obsessing about it. i have been told not think about it. to keep busy. both of which i do to not much success. every few minutes i check my email (although that is the norm anyway) with the hope of seeing just that "(1)" in the inbox.
i've gone over in my head what could be incorrect about the visa and what i gave them. but i keep thinking that for every potential wrong answer there is a plethora of irrefutable facts. they can make the next few days rough. maybe they will expect more from us. but they cannot deny the authenticity of the relationship that to this day, over four years later, is the beacon amidst this haze.
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