Hint: It’s not Sidney Poitier.
We made our third and final visa trip to Shanghai yesterday. After about 45 minutes of watching a muted DVD of Canada’s more scenic side, Maggie got called in for her interview.
Neither of us knew really what to expect, but to calm her nerves about the whole thing we had role-played a bit on the way into the city. The guy to enter the closet-sized interview room before Maggie was in there 20+ minutes, so I was a bit surprised, and a bit apprehensive when she came out after only five.
We had previously been told that yesterday’s visit was only for the interview, and we would again have to trek to Shanghai to find out the results later this week. The interviewer, however, said we only had to wait around another 20 or 30 minutes and they’d let us know.
And let us know they did. We got the visa! (as if the title didn’t give it away eh?)
So, now we’ve the somewhat equally arduous task of coming up with the cash for two of us to fly to Toronto at the busiest time of year. Fun!
But it’ll all be worth it. There are a thousand reasons I’m thrilled that Maggie will finally be able to see where I come from, but the top three are:
- My mom has yet to meet my wife – that’s weird.
- My grandmother is 91 years old – that’s old.
- I can’t wait to see the expression on Maggie’s face when she realizes you can walk down a street in a country and not see another soul – ok, that’s a stretch at Christmas time, but well…
