At the end of 2009, I started the process of applying for a General Skilled Migration visa. This started with making appointments for things like taking an English Test (I passed!) and getting a medical done (You won't believe this, but I STILL don't have TB).
Months ticked by. Years even. And then nearly two years after I started the process, I got an email from my lawyer saying "they need you to re-do all those tests..." And so for the last six months, I have had my medical test done again, I had that lovely four month period of total frustration involved with getting fingerprints which led to getting engaged and married within a few months of each other.
I originally got my finger prints done on 9 November 2011, and decided that I'd immediately make an appointment to have them done again, since it takes months to book in. The Next booking was for February 9, 2012. That felt so far away, I was sure that the FBI would contact me prior to the date.
Once we got back from America, I checked our mail religiously hoping beyond hope that the envelope a self addressed would be sitting there in my mail box. I was totally panicky, what if it doesn't come! What if I didn't fill in the paperwork properly, or what if they can't use the weird voucher I bought at the post office to mail the results back to me! WHAT IF I'M A CRIMINAL.
I started wondering how I was going to make it to the appointment two days after surgery. Was I going to be able to get there? Could I afford NOT going if I didn't hear from the FBI? Would I have to be one of those lame people who takes a taxi two blocks?
On January 27th, 2012 I went to yoga - a normal Friday morning thing I do. I checked the mailbox and there sitting by itself was a nondescript envelope. I opened it up and there it was. A simple letter declaring that (who would a thunk it) I have no criminal record in the US.
I emailed my lawyer asking him if I should bring in the document or could scan it to him. And got an out-of-office reply saying that he wouldn't be in again until Monday. And so, I went around spending the rest of my Friday like I always do, puttering around the internet, packing halfheartedly for our weekend getaway. I of course made time for my "I'm not a crim/I got the FBI letter" dance.
This was interrupted by my mobile ringing and someone at my lawyer's office telling me I URGENTLY needed to get my FBI results to the lawyer's IMMEDIATELY. IMMEDIATELY, people.
There was no time to lose, I threw some toiletries into my backpack, grabbed the letter and rushed to the city.
This guy didn't know I had received them that day. What would have happened if I hadn't?
Anyway, I guess I expected that weeks or months from now, I'd get a call saying "oh yeah, your visa is approved." So imagine my surprise when I was at work yesterday, sitting at my desk, typing away and my phone rang and it was...my lawyer's office. And somehow, my caseworker was able to approve my visa in a day and a half. And just like that it was over.
I'm now the proud recipient of a visa. Of course, on Friday I'll start my application for a spouse visa, but for the next two days I have one more thing ticked off my list.