We finally have our timetable set. He is leaving on Saturday for training in Dublin for 3 weeks on this Saturday (Aug 16) and I will be staying behind in our NL place till Sept 8th with our kitties and finish packing till he starts his job in Belfast. Three weeks alone is nothing, but I have never done it without him in a foreign country so that is new, but his parents are not that far away here. I will have his parents drop me at airport on Sept 8th and meet him in Belfast. It is still pretty sticky, his new company will let him stay with him for first week in Hotel in Belfast after training but after that we have to find somewhere, and fast. Our kitties will be in our NL place and his parents will come over daily to take care of them.
Once we are in Belfast and find a place, we have to use a free weekend to fly back to NL and grab our kitties and pack his parents spare car they are lending us for a few months to drive kitties and clothes to Belfast. They are storing and paying to ship our main stuff for us, we are blessed for that. A few months after settled, we will fly to Gibraltar and spend the 2 days required to marry and then fly to NL for a super quick "party" for our wedding and he has to leave to go back to work in Belfast. I have to stay in NL again at this point to apply for family permit from outside of UK as a now family member of a EEA non UK citizen. I need to send them my passport so I have to make sure I have enough time to not need to leave Schengen before they process it, but EEA family permits are required to be done at expedited levels.
After three years of jumping oceans and paying thousands to see each other, I am so stressed I cannot think straight. We have to go get his Birth Certificate in English, I have to make sure my business taxes and personal are all straight, was hard and expensive to do with a failing company, but that happens tomorrow too. I sold my car I loved to help pay for our first years rent before I can get my permit, and I know it sounds shallow, but it makes me sad. He sold his car too, was a sad week. I am going to be selling everything I left behind and it make me almost mad he gets to pack and sort his stuff while mine is all going out for sale. I have to tell myself it will be worth it, but I fell somewhat raped of my former self. Don't get me wrong, I guess this is a bit of ripping off a bandage, but this hurts and hurts bad especially since it is the home stretch and I have two more periods of being alone again coming up.
I guess I am just sad and yet I should not be because light is at end of tunnel. I am so tired of doing this for so long and still I just wonder, is this normal?
Once we are in Belfast and find a place, we have to use a free weekend to fly back to NL and grab our kitties and pack his parents spare car they are lending us for a few months to drive kitties and clothes to Belfast. They are storing and paying to ship our main stuff for us, we are blessed for that. A few months after settled, we will fly to Gibraltar and spend the 2 days required to marry and then fly to NL for a super quick "party" for our wedding and he has to leave to go back to work in Belfast. I have to stay in NL again at this point to apply for family permit from outside of UK as a now family member of a EEA non UK citizen. I need to send them my passport so I have to make sure I have enough time to not need to leave Schengen before they process it, but EEA family permits are required to be done at expedited levels.
After three years of jumping oceans and paying thousands to see each other, I am so stressed I cannot think straight. We have to go get his Birth Certificate in English, I have to make sure my business taxes and personal are all straight, was hard and expensive to do with a failing company, but that happens tomorrow too. I sold my car I loved to help pay for our first years rent before I can get my permit, and I know it sounds shallow, but it makes me sad. He sold his car too, was a sad week. I am going to be selling everything I left behind and it make me almost mad he gets to pack and sort his stuff while mine is all going out for sale. I have to tell myself it will be worth it, but I fell somewhat raped of my former self. Don't get me wrong, I guess this is a bit of ripping off a bandage, but this hurts and hurts bad especially since it is the home stretch and I have two more periods of being alone again coming up.
I guess I am just sad and yet I should not be because light is at end of tunnel. I am so tired of doing this for so long and still I just wonder, is this normal?
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