In light of recent events and letters threatening permanent residency denial, I have put all of my university report writing skills to its best use yet.
One disappointing decision letter, many tears and hugs, one MacBook Air, my knowledgable brain and eight hours later and we have one kick-ass letter to immigration.
And I have some idea of how I got here, but here I am in the midst of a very interesting love/ hate relationship with US Immigration particulars.
Two months ago we could've kissed the immigration officers that granted my Advance Parole so I could go to Canada and re-enter the US for my final interview. We were going to bring champagne and let it flow from the ceilings.
Who knew that we would then receive such disappointing news from the same people. In the words of parents everywhere, 'I'm not angry, I'm disappointed'.
I mean, really. You're really doing this now. Like I said, love/ hate.
I want to believe you can fix this, Mr Immigration. Let me love you again.
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