Last week I received the long awaited confirmation from Immigration New Zealand that I am... finally...wait for it... exhale... an official New Zealand resident!
I don't know if this is particularly exciting for anyone but me, but it means a couple of things. No, not that I've flung off the ropes that secure me to the motherland that is the United Kingdom... nor does it mean that I'm never going back to the England! It simply means I have more options, I don't have to dance around potential deportation in a couple of months (3 years has gone pretty fast!) and means that no one else tells me when I have to leave. I'm a stubborn mule, I know... It's also a chance to fulfil that life time ambition of working in a kiwi MacDonalds, spending it up large with a NZ creditcard, and enjoying all those things you can do when you're a resident. Like residing.
So yes, I can stay. Legally. Indefinately. Until only I choose when I want to leave...
6 comments:
congratulations ginger girl :)
Sniff.....
Sigh.....
Wail.........
Just to let your little world know that I am really delighted that you are free to choose what ever dreams you want to follow!
New Zealand is so beautiful, Wellington is a wonderful city, your friends are great.
Now if I could just arrange to tow the entire place a little closer, I would be ecstatic!
I am allowed to say these things. I am your Mum.
Stay as long as you like - my kids say so too! (from Corinna who still doesn't know how to be anything but anonymous)
Oops, forgot to say that I had a student holiday job when the Manners Mall McDonald's FIRST opened in 1983 (start counting), and finding myself with my arm in an enormous carton of 'shortening' (solid fat) up to my shoulder was possibly the lowlight of a dismal summer.
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