Immigration blues

Ohmigosh, this immigration business is trying. You’ve really got to want to do it, I’m finding. I guess it’s a good test to see how dinkum you are: charge lots of money, make lots of red tape, give me umpteen hoops and see how far I’m willing to jump. If I get through all that, there’ll be some evidence at least that I’m not doing this for a lark.

I have no less than six (possibly seven) different forms that need to be completed by four different people, plus all the documentation that’s required to go with them (including five – count ‘em – five photos! (and one of E)). And then there’s the money: $325 here, $70 there, $180 for this, $190 for that, maybe another $170 there, oh, plus the medical, which shouldn’t give me much change for $265! Yikes!!

And all this needs to be signed, sealed, delivered by Tuesday week. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have left it so late, I’ll grant you that.

And the funniest bit about all this? They could reject my application and I’d have to do it all over again – only this time in Australia. It wouldn’t seem so funny to me at the time, I’m sure – but I wouldn’t blame you for laughing.