Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Hmmm I might be going home at the end of this month:

Greetings to all you ladies and gentlemen here on the world wide web. So we have now gotten to the amazing day off Wednesday and already at the middle of the work week. Well if you really look at it, its just one day left until the weekend. This day is closing up to its end, Thursday usually goes fast and Fridays are Fridays with its own flow and mood. Anyway, how has the week been treating you so far? Good, I hope. When it comes to me, I have to say that it has been amazing and I really do not have any reason to complain when all comes to all. At the same time, it has to be mentioned that there are a few clouds of gloom and doom threatening on the horizon these days.

I guess you are now curious about the topic of today's post? Well, the cloud of gloom and doom that I am observing in the horizon is over my situation here in Peru. What I am actually thinking about is my immigration status that has been kind stuck in limbo for the past year or so. I can promise you that this is not a good feeling and a topic that I have been avoiding and at the same time dreading talking about. You can say that I have been kinda hiding from the truth and at the same time not wanting to come off as an illegal immigrant or something, because that is as far from the reality that it is possible to get. Right now and for the past year I have not been an illegal immigrant, but one with no status.
What I mean by the fact that I am an immigrant with a no status is that I have a complaint and a new visa application in for review. I should have gotten my new visa back in August, but things went horribly wrong and with the runaround that I went through its not really that weird. I guess most of you know how bureaucracy works, the left-hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing and the head has no clue what's going on either. To be completely honest, this has been my situation. For several months last year, I was running around like a headless chicken and attempting to jump through hoops, that really didn't exist in the first place. You see my problem and maybe understand why it went as it did?

The most frustrating part in all of this is that it did cost me a lot of time and money that just ended up going down the famous rabbit hole. I have no idea about how many hours I have spent waiting for appointments and how much money it ended up costing me, but the truth is that at one point I actually had to borrow money from friends and family to be able to pay for everything. When I look back at what happened, I kinda see why it went the way it did. The main reason for this is that at every turn I got wrong information, just to get it corrected at the beginning of the next one. I know what everyone is thinking, I should have gotten one of this immigration lawyer to handle my case.
It's true that I should have gotten a lawyer to handle my case, but the thing is that everyone told me that this would be so quick and easy. My prior experience with the immigration office told me this to, but what a mistake it was. So after my first rejection, we went out and got a lawyer to handle it, my luck is that my father in law is a practising lawyer and he is on it now. Hopefully, I get the result that I am hoping for this time around, but I am not holding my breath for it. That is also the reason why I have decided to write this post because I see the possibility that I am going to celebrate Norwegian independence day back home in Norway this year.

You might see me as being negative right now, but I have learned one very important lesson from last time. This lesson is that nothing is as it seems like. Last time around everyone told me that it was just a walk in the park. Just like it was the first time around, but it wasn't. The thing is that I have a meeting at the immigration scheduled for next week and this has triggered my need to write this post. Just in case I go quiet for a while, you know what has happened. That things went horribly wrong once again and that I am most likely on my way home to Norway. Let's say that I am not looking forward to this meeting and I am constantly running several end result scenarios in my head at the same time.
The thing is that I am really enjoying my life here in Peru. Right now I am unable to put my finger on something that I wish to change. I am not in any way saying that my life is perfect, but I have gotten to a point where I say that it is where I want it to be. I have my family around me, a super cute cat, a job that I enjoy and a blog that gives me a lot of pleasure working on. As mentioned, there is nothing in my life that I wish were different. My problem is that I am this guy that overthinks, overanalyses everything and this with a good dose of PTSD thrown into the mix it is the perfect mental storm. Having that immigration status thing hanging over my head doesn't make things any better.

Now I am rambling again, but that is typical of me, right? I have to say that I am worried about the outcome of this, but one thing I am more worried about is how it will go when or if have to get used to my old culture. Yes, I have added some new habits during my stay here in Peru. Anyone that has been here or lived here for a period of time knows exactly what I am talking about when it comes to the Latino culture. To readjust to the Norwegian culture now would be a fight I might end up losing. For you, that still haven't visited a Latino country. Just think about a bunch of loud-mouthed people partying in the street in the middle of the week while they are launching fireworks. This pretty much sums it up and I love it.
Okay, so worst case scenario is that I am forced to leave my new home and return to Norway. If this happens, I know it will be rough, but at the same time its not end of the road or end of the world. Instead, I am trying to tell my self that it will be the beginning of a brand new adventure, both for me and my blog. Anyway, the ones that are being positive about my future here in Peru is my girlfriend and my lawyer. I am hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. The sad thing is if it's going to end up with the worst case scenario, I have to leave my computer behind. One thing is for sure I am wrong and my girlfriend and father in law is right, it will be a huge party thrown by me here in Huaral.

Okay, I guess its time for me to wrap this post up. My intention with this was just to get something off my chest that has been bothering me for a while, but not really felt ready to talk about before now. Now I have to prepare myself for the meeting with immigration in a few days and if I am lucky I will get the visa that I want so much. I promise to do my best to stay positive ahead of it and during it, but I will be sweating bullets during. That I am pretty sure about, but if my support net has it nailed on how it will play out, well I am set and golden then. At the same time, if they are set to “deport” me, they would have been here already anyway. That's what part of me leans toward at the moment.