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I got a call at 6:30am this Tuesday from the Australian Embassy in DC. They interviewed me on the spot, asking me to restate a number of facts I'd given them. Every question was more like six in one: I see you spent time in New Zealand, which city were you in? How long were you there for? Which visa did you have? Did you find work? What sort of accommdation did you have? Whose name was on the lease? You get the idea. It went well, as far as these nervewracking things go, and I should be hearing from them on Monday.
I am forever bemused whenever people here ask if Jamie and I are thinking about "getting serious", considering that I sent a brick of paperwork to the Australian government asserting just that.
Immigration: The Game is reaching its conclusion.
I am forever bemused whenever people here ask if Jamie and I are thinking about "getting serious", considering that I sent a brick of paperwork to the Australian government asserting just that.
Immigration: The Game is reaching its conclusion.