2003 September 22

One hell of a party

Saturday was, as far as I'm concerned, damned near the perfect party. I had the best time, and am so glad you all could come.

I was completely unprepared for the number of people, one after another, who tried to talk me into staying. Jon and Amy in particular went beyond the call by offering me their guest room until I had things sorted out; also Molly, and Matt, and Elizabeth, and Sean, and Jin, and Jascha, and Fiona, and Connie, and Michael and Nomi and Lauren and Sarah. By the sixth time around, my explanations were starting to sound weak to me, too.

I didn't properly understand how many friends I had here. I'm terribly flattered.

I decided I had to move back to Canada because the INS had me too frustrated to maybe think straight. It is possible I've given up too easily, and ought to pony up the money, pay a lawyer, and do it right. I need to check again -- this time, at least, I'll be better prepared psychologically for the kinds of roadblocks I'll have to get through.

So maybe a somewhat revised/rescheduled Plan A is back on the table -- call it Plan A'. It depends on what the lawyer tells me. Updates posted when available.

Comments

Hrm, what's that feeling...? Ah, yes, that is the feeling of me being not even remotely heartbroken by this possibility!

Posted by: Andromeda on September 22, 2003 06:26 PM

Yaaaaaaaayyyy!

:-D

Posted by: Amy on September 22, 2003 10:49 PM

w00t! =)

Posted by: laurens on September 23, 2003 07:23 AM

Sorry I couldn't make your little party as I was away, but I think I probably would have given you a seventh round ;)

Posted by: Marek on September 26, 2003 03:28 AM

And to think that I used to enjoy fishing in the fjords. Well thats ruined that one.

Posted by: LDJ on October 3, 2003 04:11 PM
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