My Interview
I must have needed a day off to recover from the emotional stress I put myself through on the day of the interview because it has taken two days to make this post. Truthfully, I meant to put something in here about it beforehand, but meh, laziness.
Anyway, to the point now. August 3rd was the day of my interview (our interview, I suppose, since Rob was required to attend) for my application for residency here in Australia. It meant another trip down to Melbourne (fun) and insane worrying over every little thing on my part (not so fun). The train ride was long, but it passed, we had Pizza Hut for lunch, and the interview went as well as can be expected given how nervous I get. Rob was actually asked to leave, and the caseworker spoke to me alone about his family, my schooling, our plans, etc. I kept saying the dumbest things, but it must have not mattered since he ended by telling us that he believed our relationship to be genuine and that the application will probably be approved between five and six weeks.
I'm not ready to celebrate yet (though my husband is confident), but at least this part of it is behind us. Once I receive a call or a letter granting me temporary residency (I won't get permanent residency for two years since they have to check up on us once more), I'll have reason to break out the booze!
Anyway, to the point now. August 3rd was the day of my interview (our interview, I suppose, since Rob was required to attend) for my application for residency here in Australia. It meant another trip down to Melbourne (fun) and insane worrying over every little thing on my part (not so fun). The train ride was long, but it passed, we had Pizza Hut for lunch, and the interview went as well as can be expected given how nervous I get. Rob was actually asked to leave, and the caseworker spoke to me alone about his family, my schooling, our plans, etc. I kept saying the dumbest things, but it must have not mattered since he ended by telling us that he believed our relationship to be genuine and that the application will probably be approved between five and six weeks.
I'm not ready to celebrate yet (though my husband is confident), but at least this part of it is behind us. Once I receive a call or a letter granting me temporary residency (I won't get permanent residency for two years since they have to check up on us once more), I'll have reason to break out the booze!