As people find out that I’m having to leave the UK, I generally get asked two things:
- Are you okay?
- What’s next?
I am okay.
Some days are totally fine, I feel good about having some ideas about what to do next and taking steps towards getting there. So I have to go; I get to go on another adventure.
Then other days I think about how none of this was my choice and how much I’m being forced to give up. Those days suck.
But mostly… I’m okay.
My next steps are to wrap up life here and to start getting stuff together for the next part of the journey
Right now that means trying to get my paperwork together to go back to Korea to teach. I’m also (thanks to Heather) going to make some enquiries into teaching in Istanbul. Korea is much more likely at this point, I don’t think I’ll be able to make enough money in Turkey to cover my loan payments in the UK as well as, you know, live and eat and stuff. But it is still worth looking into.
Which means it is time for the Dance of the Paperwork. Again.
I’ve got a lot to get together in order to apply for my E-2 visa to teach in K-town. And it is made much more difficult as there are bits that need to happen in Canada and Korea and England. Yarg! Paperwork everywhere! Thank goodness my mother is in Canada and can help at that end (best mommies ever).
The only other real complication is that I don’t know how much time I have. I’ve been moving on leaving the UK… but I haven’t heard from the UKBA. I don’t know how long it will take to get my passport back nor have I been told how long I have to get my shit together and get out of here. I am going to draft them a letter and try to get some answers.
Side Note: How fucking stupid is it that there is no direct line of communication with the people handling your ‘case’? There’s a useless email address for complaints (they responded well beyond the timeframe they gave for my first complaint, they’ve never responded to the second) and a phone number you can call if you a) want to spend 10 minutes on the phone trying to navigate a labyrinth of options so complex that you only finally get through to a person once you start quietly sobbing to yourself and b) want to speak to someone who can’t actually help you AT ALL but will be friendly and somewhat sympathetic. Your only real option is to write them a letter and post it. And wait. While you are trying to get your life sorted. You wait.
Hopefully I’ll find out soon enough what my actual timeframes are. In the meantime, I’m pushing hard to get my documentation sorted for Korea, getting rid of everything that won’t fit in one of two suitcases, and saying good-bye to everyone.