I had to resign yesterday in order to be able to leave in April like my new employers wanted me to.
But at the time that I did it, I didn’t have a visa! Effectively I rendered myself unemployed! I felt terrified when I was asked to sign the termination of my employment. I had no idea if this would work out, a giant leap into the unknown.
Today I was sitting at work when I got an email from immigration. The temporary visa has been granted, 3 year expiry. To begin with it was elation, relief, excitement, I felt like I wanted to tell someone, everyone!
Then later in the day it hit me. In 6 weeks I will no longer be here in the UK. I will no longer be here at all. I am rapidly running out of time to tell everyone else. Spiral panic set in next.
When would I see hubby again once I left? Will the house sell? Will I have enough money to survive? How will I pay the UK bills? Will hubby be ok sorting this all out without me? Will I have time to say all my goodbyes? How will I cope!
The celebration is happy visa day, but really, I am just stepping into another terrifying room of the unknown.
From start to visa this has taken 3.5 months.
Oh. My. Gosh.