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Nov. 20th, 2014 | 01:39 am

So after however many centuries, I've finally had my visa approved to go and live with my husband in America. I'm hoping to get there before Thanksgiving next Thursday.

I think people think I'm kidding when I say I probably will never be back to the UK. Assuming I work full time at your average everyday American employer, I most likely will get about 5 days of annual leave, if that. If I'm not working, I won't be able to afford to fly home anyway. This is all hitting me now and making me get cold feet. I feel like I'm losing sight of why I'm doing all this in the first place and the fear is just taking me over. But then, what if everything goes swimmingly? There's no way I could live with myself if I gave up on all this now :P I've just been so obsessed with the visa process for the past year that I guess I forgot the relationship behind it all, but I will make up for it.

This stage in my life has been such a long time coming that I barely know what to do with myself. I've already quit my job and I'm just chucking out everything I own while waiting for the courier to bring my passport back. Flights with long enough layovers have been a bitch to find especially at such short notice. How United think an hour is long enough, I will never know. Clearly they've never heard of immigration and customs -_-

I have a friend who I've known since I was about 18 and we've become basically best friends over the course of this past year. Well, he's my best friend, he probably has others :P I'm really sad to be leaving him considering we haven't had much time to hang out, but we're gonna keep in contact and he's going to live an amazing life or I'll set his hair on fire.

Time to go to sleep so I can wake up early for the courier who probably won't arrive tomorrow.

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