It’s a heavy sort of day – heavy head, heavy eyes, heavy breaths.
Like a dandelion on a very flimsy stem, a dazed bobble head.
It feels like thunder in the air.
I went to open an email from the CIC and…
AFTER WAITING SINCE SEPTEMBER 2013,
I CAN FINALLY APPLY FOR MY WORK VISA!
I may or may not be crying like a baby, laughing like a maniac and feeling like dancing down the street singing Christmas carols and making trumpet sounds. The head cold from Utgard is still alive and kicking, but my dandelion bobble head is now a fuzzily vibrating with a million happy thoughts.
I WANT TO HUG EVERYONE EVER!
Brb got to run upstairs and kiss the reason I’m in Canada in the first place and emit high pitched squeaky noises.