the beginning...

I am in a minority. And proud. Not only am I blonde (ish) but I am trying to migrate from the UK to South Africa - I think it's usually the other way round if parts of London are anything to go by.


I have many hoops to jump through in order to complete my visa to a different life. On top of a more or less full time job, part-time long distance volunteering and random housework I seem to have another full time job involving hoops... Medicals, x-rays, bank statements, signatures, evidence, copies, scans, copies, scans, more copies, more scans, it goes on and on and on. All to be in the place I love with the person I love. So much admin for such a fluffy concept.


And yet life still continues despite the swirling thoughts, the doubts, the rationalisations (is that a word??), the justifications, the dream. Political sensitivity at work, despite it not in any way involving "politics", brain power and buckets of research needed for the volunteering and deep, deep organisational skills to apply for the visa.

Today I am tired and also slightly despondent. But this is nothing to do with the visa and more to do with my UK job whereI have gone above and beyond many times over only to be told "I don't like your attitude". Eh? WTF?? So game over where that's concerned. I shall work to rule. As the others do. Who are supposed to be in charge. What pants.


Another bright shiny day tomorrow to enliven in anyway I choose. And I choose to start on my visa application form; the easy bits at least. A step in the right direction. A vote for optimism over eejits. Hurrah.