In a lot of ways, this week has been like any other. I've gone to work, baked cakes, laughed with Ellen (seriously - Ellen, will you just agree to officiate my wedding or what, already?), tried to control my newly out of control temper, and cried when things didn't go as I planned them. Basically, any week.
But there is one monumental difference. This week on Monday morning, I became a temporary resident of Australia.
Wait one second, you may be saying, you've been living in Australia for four years temporarily...and ONLY now are you a temporary resident?
See, the spouse visa that I applied for last week got approved in a mere two days. TWO DAYS. Which if you're me you react to like this "WHAT?? YAY!!! WHY DID IT TAKE THEM TWO YEARS TO APPROVE MY OTHER ONE?"
I am ecstatic! On Friday, I get to go and get a medicare card so I can be part of the universal healthcare program here. I can leave the country and return as I please FOR FREE. And in two years, when Inspector Climate and I are still married (and we have two people fill out certified forms saying that we are), I become a permanent resident.
On Monday I spent the day singing my new favourite song which started off as "I'm a...Temporary Resident HA! Temporary Resident HO! Temporary Resident HA!!" (Please imagine all Ho's and Ha's accompanied with fist pumps and kicks - a la Elane Benice).
But quickly turned into my new favourite word: Permarary. Permarary Resident - Ha! Permarary Resident - Ho!, sing it with me, my people.
Two days. All things are Permarary.