Well. Well. Well.
Well. Well.
Well.*
Progress has been made in regards to obtaining my visa.
I submitted my biometric data today, which means I had a "No smiling" picture taken and was finger printed. With a stamped biometric data-confirmation paper, I was able to send in my visa application, along with my passport. It's been sent to the British Consulate in New York and will disappear until my visa has been approved or declined.
It was all too boring to write about. The visa office was slightly amusing, however. The floor was white and it had two sections of patriotic red and blue chairs. The larger section was for immigrants. Their chairs faced a floor-to-ceiling window and they had tvs and people talking to them and it all looked vaguely like a party. The smaller section was for people leaving the country. There were about eight chairs facing a wall covered in pictures of Elena Kagan. I see what I am to you, America.
I hear you're trying to leave my country |
Anyway, I miss my passport already. I know a few posts ago I made fun of its silly quotes and groaned at its horrible picture of me, but I love that little, empty thing. I'm stuck in the USA without it.
I know I haven't left America in about three years, and I went the first thirteen years of my life without leaving the country, but all I think of now are the things I'm going to do when I leave. I think of the people I'm going to meet and the places I'm going to go and the experiences I'll have. They all felt so close, as though I could blink and I'd be there. Without a passport, that's all still a few corners away. I can't visit for a day, let alone a year. Now, I feel like I've been grounded a bit**. I'm still in America. I still have a lot of work to do. I still have two and a half months before I leave.
It's going to be a long summer.
*I want to be a writer. With words.
**In the metaphorical sense, as well as physically. No cross Atlantic flights for me just yet.
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