Well, today I got my passpot back from the consulate with my valid visa inside.
It's official. I'm going to France.
It's strange because up until this point it hasn't really felt real. I mean, nothing really has... I've become very (intentionally) detached from my surroundings, and a certain surrealism has seemingly overtaken my day to day experience.
The thing is, at best I am so used to things not working out. At worst, things going horribly, horribly wrong. So of course when I found a slip of paper yesterday stating that the USPS had attempted to deliver an express envelope which I knew to be the one I filled out dutifully and gave to the consulate with my Passport and all of my hopes and dreams... I figured immediately that I had been denied. Everything I had read had said that these things take at minimum three weeks to process, so I dreaded opening the envelope and finding some sort of explanation as to why they had refused my visa request.
I waited until 12:30 to go to the post office to pick up the envelope... preparing myself for a huge letdown, only to open the package and see what I have waited years to see.
A beautifully official student visa placed into my passport, granting me the ability to stay at least a year in France. I have to admit, I teared up a bit. I have waited so long for this to happen. And now, the last step before I set out on this adventure is merely getting on the plane.
26 days and counting.
Here's to hoping they pass avec bien vitesse...
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