“HURRAY!” My ancestry visa has been APPROVED!!!
It’s now official, I’m moving to London. I’m really moving to LONDON!!!
This definitely warrants some full out happy dancing/jumping for joy/hooting and hollering/laughing uncontrollably with joy and relief!
Except, I am the only one who is happy about this news.
According to the visa powers that be, I would know their decision 15 days from when they received my application (November 25th). By November 29th I still hadn’t heard from them. Obviously I began to get anxious and think the worst. They’re not going to approve me! I didn’t provide them with enough information. My travel history is too exotic (I’ve lived in Haiti, Côte d’Ivoire, and Nepal). They don’t think I will be able to support myself or get a job. My friends and family stopped asking if I had heard back yet for fear of making me more anxious.
On December 1st, while my mom and I were helping my sister get settled into her new apartment, I received my very anxiously awaited email that I had indeed been APPROVED! The happy joyous bubbles immediatedly began building up, ready to pop and overflow like a champaign bottle. But I had to squish them down, deep into my gut, only allowing a small smile to cross my face. For as soon as I opened the email, and made a tiny squee of excited noise, I saw the expressions of sadness and dread flicker across their faces. They tried to cover with forced smiles and hugs, but nothing could hide the slight welling of tears in their eyes.
When I first told my family and friends that I wanted to move to London, their reactions were mixed. They were surprised, saddened, confused, understanding, and seemingly happy for me. You can tell when someone is truly happy and excited for you though. Their words and actions may be right, but they can’t hide the way they really feel – the tone in their voice, their body language, but most importantly, their eyes give them away. I knew they wouldn’t be as excited for this move as I am and it is nice to know how much I mean to others and that they dread my absence. I would feel the same way if the tables were turned. And I know I will feel this way when I leave them for London.
But it would be nice to have at least one person be as excited as I am, so I can let the happy joyous bubbles burst out of me with “WOOHOOs” and a whole lot of happy dancing! I’ll just have to find a moment when I am alone, with no one in hearing distance, to celebrate.
How do you celebrate your accomplishments, achievements, successes, etc. when you know others aren’t as thrilled, supportive or happy about them?
– Book my flight to London!
– Organize and narrow down what I’m going to bring to with me
– Give my employer my two weeks notice!
– Spend as much time with loved ones as I possibly can
– Find a field to run silly in while screaming with joy (next best thing to sharing my joy with others)