From misery to happiness or is it the other way round/ I always liked a bit of The Proclaimers- especially the one where he walks 500 miles. That makes me think of the 1000 miles that are between my now and my then home, about coming to Scotland all those years ago to a place I had only heard about in the weather forecast- the Outer Hebrides. How on day 3 I bought Fish and Chips. Quite a unique experience. I could not finish it and crossed the road for years when passing a chippy. However I have overcome that and am now quite fond of it. How a friend warned me before I ordered my first curry ever not to ask for the hot one as he had done- thinking a hot curry was better than a cold one.
i am sitting on the train back from Glasgow where I had my passport officially copied and verified and the paper copy of my application for permanent residency taken of me to be processed by the Home Office. The process was short, the guys at reception nice, asking where I was from and telling me both had been there.
Now I can only wait and drink tea- an expression from my then home. well I have not got used to tea with milk. Does that mean I can not stay?
I felt good having made the decision to apply for citizenship. That was 9 days ago. it has been a roller coaster ride for me since then.
Before citizenship comes residency. That application means I have to specify each absence from the UK I have taken in the past 22 years. Holidays to see my parents, the funerals of my grand parents, a couple of conferences, ski weeks, trips to Egypt and Turkey- those might backfire on me -you never know. After I managed to figure out the times I have left the UK then came the proof that I have really lived here in the past 5 years. I have to show letters from banks or official government departments. Where was I in 2013? I could only find one letter. Anyway who keeps all these things? I was impressed I found our TV licence from 2012- unopened in a folder. Then I needed letter from my employer, P 60s or pay slips. The whole week was completely taken up with finding all these things and filling in the form. It only came to 11 pages- probably I have not supplied all the evidence? The thing that I find most ironic about the process is I am asked to give up my passport whilst the application is being considered. This can take up to 6 months- probably longer as there is a rush on right now. So I am being interned in a country that wants me to leave?!
However there is the possibility that I can get my passport verified by Home Office officials and then do not need to give it up. There is a slight feeling of discomfort- may this count against me? But I have booked a week away skiing and you never know if one has to go and see family should they fall ill. Off off I go to Glasgow tomorrow. I almost got carried away and booked a language test-but as I will not need that until I actually apply for citizenship I leave that and only do a practice test online – and score 100%. I do feel proud. The other important test is the life in the UK test. I have started to quiz my friends and colleagues on important British facts. Do you know when the war of the roses was and how many people lived in Britain in 1901? And what sums can be settled in the small claims court? That question will not come up as the amount has recently been changed the practice test site informs me. Hurray- however I now know it anyway. My stress levels are very high and I am wondering have I made the right decision?
I have decided to apply for British citizenship 6 months after being completely flummoxed by the Brexit referendum result.Waking up on the morning of my 50th birthday to a ‘yes’ vote was not what I had hoped for. Although watching the debates in the 2 weeks leading up to the referendum it appeared the result might just be that. I have felt quite paralysed since. In one part of my life I work in the NHS- being involved, in the thick of it.in the other I have felt lonely, vulnerable and isolated in the past 6 months. This is despite being a resident in Scotland for more than 20 years with a Scottish family and various friendship groups. Initially I took it quite personal, wondered in each interaction ‘were they in or out’ or did they think I had no right to be here and I should leave the country? Then came the question ‘Should I leave the country? followed by I think I will be alright. The lassitude of the last 6 months has given away to ‘ I want to stay and I want to be able to vote!’ I want to have a say in the country I have chosen to live in and that has become part of me.
I never knew that in accordance with the Immigration Act 19971 I can be deported the day after Brexit is triggered if no agreement about Indefinite Leave to Stay for European citizens has been reached by then.
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