The other day when I announced my move to Italy, I had a bit of apprehension. Was it too soon? What if I didn't get my visa? Did I just jinx myself? Well, lads and ladies of the court, yesterday after a second attempt, I got my visa! Last week when I went, the pseudo-Italian man at the Consulate flipped through my 500 pieces of required paperwork, wrote a lot of red writing, then looked at me gravely and said, "This is a 7 out of 10," and then proceeded to tell me that I needed two things changed a little bit. I guess he's the dramatic one at the office. Yesterday, a sweet lady at the counter licked her fingers, flipped through my papers in about 14 seconds and then said, "Your visa will be ready on Monday. NEXT!"
I feel like I've won an Oscar or something. I just want to tell everyone I pass on the street. It's a relief and a cause for celebration!