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ACK. ACK. Yesterday France seemed all sorted out, and earlier this morning, I had what seemed to be an email confirming that it was all a matter of waiting for official confirmation of housing in August. Now I've got another email, from someone else, suggesting that my situation is complicated beyond her comprehension, but that she doesn't think I qualify for either a tourist visa or a research visa, and talking about getting me on board as a doctoral student on exchange (a far more formal association with the university than I want). I've sent my reply both to her and to the director of the International Student people in the hope that they'll be able to straighten it out, but the new email came late in the day, France time, and it was after five there when I got it sent, I think the director has now left on holidays.
I was really hoping I was done with the stomach-churning helpless panic, but apparently not. I may never be done. I may, in fact, be back into the realm of this whole thing is going to be a terrible catastrophe and ultimately unworkable.
I guess if worse came to worst, I could withdraw my visa application, go home as planned at the beginning of September, and then go to France without a visa for a month or so this fall, and get housing straightened out for the spring. Then, when I'm back in Boston for Haskins, I could stay for a couple of weeks and reapply for a visa before I go back. Or something. Or I could just quit everything and disappear from society and go and live on a mountain in a hut.
Anyway, I guess now I'll go and get in the shower. I went back to sleep earlier this morning after I got the first email confirmation, and was just getting up for real and contemplating tea and breakfast when I got the second one. I definitely don't want tea or breakfast now. I just want my life back from horrible France-related limbo. Yesterday, when it seemed like I really might, I now realized how horribly crushing all this France-related uncertainty has been, for a couple of months now. I guess I'm stuck with it, though. Barring reassuring emails in the next couple of days, I expect my ability to enjoy life to be back sometime in May 2012.
I was really hoping I was done with the stomach-churning helpless panic, but apparently not. I may never be done. I may, in fact, be back into the realm of this whole thing is going to be a terrible catastrophe and ultimately unworkable.
I guess if worse came to worst, I could withdraw my visa application, go home as planned at the beginning of September, and then go to France without a visa for a month or so this fall, and get housing straightened out for the spring. Then, when I'm back in Boston for Haskins, I could stay for a couple of weeks and reapply for a visa before I go back. Or something. Or I could just quit everything and disappear from society and go and live on a mountain in a hut.
Anyway, I guess now I'll go and get in the shower. I went back to sleep earlier this morning after I got the first email confirmation, and was just getting up for real and contemplating tea and breakfast when I got the second one. I definitely don't want tea or breakfast now. I just want my life back from horrible France-related limbo. Yesterday, when it seemed like I really might, I now realized how horribly crushing all this France-related uncertainty has been, for a couple of months now. I guess I'm stuck with it, though. Barring reassuring emails in the next couple of days, I expect my ability to enjoy life to be back sometime in May 2012.