RECAP : In Feb we went to renew our yearly visa. Mine was rejected because I'm an idiot and tried too hard and we were classified erroneously. So I appealed to the Irish Department of Justice and Immigration, asked them to change our category (our visa classification would stay the same) and approve my permission to stay. And then we waited.
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I woke up to sunlight this morning. It was so bright, so early, and I couldn't remember whose bed I was in or which country I awoke in. Jet lag will do this to you, make your head spin so your brain feels like silly puddy in the hands of this great big earth. The house was quiet still, with the children all sleeping in and sleeping off our long day of travel, so that when I came downstairs in silent bare feet, only the man was there to greet me. The man, the sun and a good cup of coffee.
This is home. Ireland has welcomed me back when I wasn't sure she would....
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As I write this I’m flying over the big blue ocean, a 4-year-old contentedly playing a LeapPad game next to me, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty showing on the tiniest airplane screen you’ve ever seen. My little sister is getting married, so I’m...
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I laid in bed for an hour this afternoon. George Winston was on shuffle and in my mind, I alternated prayers with opening sentences. There are times when I can't decide between praying and writing, and it all comes out of my left-brained heart, anyway. And really, isn't it the same? Each one of our prayers are subconciously written, aren't they? Depending on who you are - or who you ask - only one person gets a chance to read them. But still, that's one reader.
This last week and a half has arguably been the single most humbling time of my life. When a dousing of cold water reminds you that you aren't really as in control of things as you thought - hoped, wished - you were.
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So there we are, sitting in immigration for unending hours, our number just about to be miraculously called, when Matt has to leave. E is done with school in 40 minutes, and we are in the city centre, a 20 minute bus-ride away. He asks me, "Are you okay here?"
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