Emigration Status Update
Apr. 27th, 2005 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
naruki_oniGot the "Certificate of Eligibility" on Sunday. The only clue it gives as to what I'm eligible for is "landing". I know, I know. I thought it was going to try to find me a spouse or something. Anyhoo.
I figure _everyone_ on the plane has to be eligible for landing or they'd have to leave you up in the air. But I've got an actual certificate proclaiming my eligibility for that purpose. So I took a quick gander at the stuff I'd need to take with me to the Consulate, I check out the Consulate address and hours, and I make sure the train system can get me to downtown Boston. All set!
Monday I wake up late as usual, get showered and dressed, have a spot of lunch, take the dog for a walk, then spend an inordinate amount of time trying to find my passport that got shuffled around when my step-sister came to visit. A little before 2 PM I'm all ready to go. Take a quick scan of the train schedule for the next train to depart for downtown. Oh crap.
Trains from here only leave about every 1.5 hours, and they take an hour to get to the end terminal where I then have to transfer to subway travel. One train left at 1:06, and the next one leaves at 2:48 - to arrive in Boston around 3:52. Dammit. Consulate closes at 4, and I still have to take at least 2 subway trains in between.
So I thoroughly check out the schedules, copy them over to a spreadsheet, delete all the trains that don't come to my location, and condense it to fit on one page, which I print. Highlighting the two best trains to take (9:36 or 1:06), I'm ready for tomorrow (er, now yesterday).
Tuesday mid-morning dawns bright and early. Well, bright. I do my morning ablutions (which have lately been more like afternoon ablutions) and walk the dog. You really don't want an unwalked dog running around the house pissed off all day. Trust me.
Miss the morning train by a few minutes (stupid dog wanted to dawdle), but no problem. I get to wait another 2 and a half hours before trying again. To make a long story marginally shorter, I got to the station, parked my car, and boarded the train without paying. That's just weird - there should be a gate or something. When the train takes off the conductor comes along and takes my money.
Reading over this, I'm even boring myself. That's pretty bad, since I've got nothing better to do.
I get to the consulate (which is in the Federal Reserve Bank building, of all places), hand over all my documents (even surrendering my passport, which seems weird), and they say to call them on Monday if I don't hear from them first. Cool. Hopefully the Visa application will be approved.
This is the feeling of things starting to happen.
I figure _everyone_ on the plane has to be eligible for landing or they'd have to leave you up in the air. But I've got an actual certificate proclaiming my eligibility for that purpose. So I took a quick gander at the stuff I'd need to take with me to the Consulate, I check out the Consulate address and hours, and I make sure the train system can get me to downtown Boston. All set!
Monday I wake up late as usual, get showered and dressed, have a spot of lunch, take the dog for a walk, then spend an inordinate amount of time trying to find my passport that got shuffled around when my step-sister came to visit. A little before 2 PM I'm all ready to go. Take a quick scan of the train schedule for the next train to depart for downtown. Oh crap.
Trains from here only leave about every 1.5 hours, and they take an hour to get to the end terminal where I then have to transfer to subway travel. One train left at 1:06, and the next one leaves at 2:48 - to arrive in Boston around 3:52. Dammit. Consulate closes at 4, and I still have to take at least 2 subway trains in between.
So I thoroughly check out the schedules, copy them over to a spreadsheet, delete all the trains that don't come to my location, and condense it to fit on one page, which I print. Highlighting the two best trains to take (9:36 or 1:06), I'm ready for tomorrow (er, now yesterday).
Tuesday mid-morning dawns bright and early. Well, bright. I do my morning ablutions (which have lately been more like afternoon ablutions) and walk the dog. You really don't want an unwalked dog running around the house pissed off all day. Trust me.
Miss the morning train by a few minutes (stupid dog wanted to dawdle), but no problem. I get to wait another 2 and a half hours before trying again. To make a long story marginally shorter, I got to the station, parked my car, and boarded the train without paying. That's just weird - there should be a gate or something. When the train takes off the conductor comes along and takes my money.
Reading over this, I'm even boring myself. That's pretty bad, since I've got nothing better to do.
I get to the consulate (which is in the Federal Reserve Bank building, of all places), hand over all my documents (even surrendering my passport, which seems weird), and they say to call them on Monday if I don't hear from them first. Cool. Hopefully the Visa application will be approved.
This is the feeling of things starting to happen.
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How come?
Date: 2005-04-27 10:49 am (UTC)Is there a chance at all that the application will not be approved??
Crikey - good luck!
And have fun with that feeling. I envy you.
A lot.
Beats me.
Date: 2005-04-27 11:19 am (UTC)There's always a chance. Hopefully, it's as good a chance as wtftard actually turning into a decent human being.
The feeling is an amalgam. Some of them are good, some not so good. Ah, well. Right now I'm feeling a major pain in the ass because my kitty has taken over the back half of my chair, forcing me to sit on the edge. It's starting to go numb, though.
Re: Beats me.
Date: 2005-04-27 11:33 am (UTC)And that's one extremely small chance indeed. Nice to hear, of course, in your case!
My friend Beth from NM has been packing up her household these last weeks and is now on her way into a new life, as well... I am always on about that, as in: When I lose my job I will get out of here presto - but it remains to be seen if I ever get that much energy together. Thence the envy. My life bores me to tears. So try to enjoy the good part of it as much as possible. Que sera, sera, or something, right?
Organization for the lazy: Check out timetables and pack necessary items a day early...:-P?
no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 01:00 pm (UTC)If it was a vacation, then you wouldn't have to.
Date: 2005-04-27 02:16 pm (UTC)Re: If it was a vacation, then you wouldn't have to.
Date: 2005-04-27 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-27 01:42 pm (UTC)Hope things move smoothly along. Not that we're trying to get rid of you or anything. :)
Of course you realize
Date: 2005-04-27 07:03 pm (UTC)