Red Tape Tango – Victoria, BC – [06/19/2019]

I don’t even know where to start with this one.

If any of you have been through the process of bringing a loved one into a different country to live it’s possible that you may understand. If not, it is nearly impossible to comprehend.

You see, what I wrote a few days ago is true: Amras and I are truly enjoying this time as we adjust to being man and wife. We cook for each other (and neither has managed to poison the other yet, always a good sign) we curl up in front of our very own television and watch silly comedies or twisted British sci-fi, we play games and talk about what we need to get for the house. We do grocery shopping and laundry. All that good, normal, day to day stuff.

But hanging over all of that is this shadow: IRCC. Immigration, Refugees and Citizenship Canada. The people who – if we don’t do all of this right – could literally (in a worst worst case scenario) – take my husband away and tell us that he can’t come back. The day we got home from the honeymoon we were working on finalizing the application, only to find out that due to a miscommunication with the lawyer (who is taking more of our money than I care to think about just now) we need to file yet another set of paperwork this morning to keep said application moving. Every time I answer the phone I feel like I’m going to scream (in fact yesterday I did scream, loudly, into a pillow for fear of otherwise breaking glass), it’s good progress, it’s going well, and things are falling into place…but it seems to be just one thing after another. Another meeting, another form…

And I am honestly, so so afraid.

I know, logically speaking, each form is progress, each step is a step forward. But there are just so many steps. I can’t imagine trying to do this without the lawyer’s help (and yet I am starting to sympathize with all those lawyer jokes!). I think we would either be drowned in paperwork or strangled with red tape.

And when it comes right down to it I’m simply afraid. I’ve never handled pressure particularly well, and this is not the most pressure free situation.

 

 

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