It’s been a while since I last posted, hasn’t it? A little over three months, yeah?
I realise it’s a bit rude to just abruptly stop posting for such a long period without any explanation, but hey, I do have a good excuse for my disappearance.
I’ve finally moved to the UK to live with my husband!
That’s right, after six-and-a-half years of a mostly long-distance relationship (note: do not recommend), Dave and I have finally managed to sort out that whole visa situation. We’re finally able to exist as a real-life “normal” couple. Amazing, right?
Let me catch you up.
How did I get the visa?
Remember when Dave and I got married back in August? That was mainly because we love each other (It’s true, I swear). But along with that whole solidifying of our union thing, it also meant that I could finally apply for a family visa… after we gathered six months’ worth of pay slips proving that he was earning the income necessary to sponsor me as his wife.
We managed to gather all the paperwork and send off our application in March, and that was the last update I left you with here on the blog: I sent off my UK visa application and was waiting for a response.
Well, it took longer than I wanted it to to receive a response (it was only a month of waiting but it felt like forever), but near the end of the month my paperwork finally came back. Inside, stamped in my new passport with my newly married name, was my family visa. I finally had permission to join Dave in the UK!
I honestly don’t know how to accurately describe the range of emotions that came with receiving that visa. Happiness because it finally meant we could be together, sadness because I knew I’d miss my parents and dog, disbelief because it just didn’t feel real… I was a ball of emotions.
But I received my visa, we purchased my plane ticket, and after one last month of quality time with my family I boarded a plane in May to join Dave in London.
Has it been everything I dreamed of?
It’s been two months since I moved over and you may find yourself wondering, is it everything I dreamed of? Am I absolutely loving it?
Of course not.
But honestly, I didn’t expect any different.
I didn’t love it when I lived here for a year-and-a-half to pursue my Publishing MA. Transportations, crazy roads, lack of luxuries I took for granted at home like tumble dryers, all those things drove me crazy during my graduate degree. I knew returning those complaints would still be the same. (Well, except the tumble dryer. Dave’s family finally bought one of those!)
But there’s a lot here that’s great.
I have Dave, of course. There’s honestly nothing better than being able to actually spend time together in person when we want. And I have friends here. Quite a few friends. Which is absolutely shocking but also a great joy. Oh, and the publishing industry is here too. You know, that industry where I spent thousands upon thousands of dollars pursuing a degree for and did multiple unpaid work placements to try to get into? It’s nice to live in an area where following that effort up with a career is actually possible. (Well, hopefully. I haven’t managed to even snag an interview yet.)
So even though it’s not always great and I have my complaints (and don’t worry, I definitely plan on highlighting some of those in a future post because it’s too fun to complain not to), it’s nothing more or less than I expected. I’m (mostly) happy here.
And now, after three months of silence, I’m ready to blog again. So apologies for my absence, but I’m back. And I’m ready to fill your feed reader with silly observations, cartoonish illustrations, and media recommendations once again.
I hope you’re ready.
What have you been up to the past few months? Did you miss me? Even notice I was gone? Write any posts these last few months you really think I should check out? Let me know in the comments below!