| Just dropped Steve off. The day has been long and tiring. I've been sick more than normal, had a throbbing headache and felt really rather shoddy. I always get like this when Steve has to go on a business trip, but I'm probably slightly more emotional while I'm preggers. It got to the point when the inevitable felt too prolonged and I wish he had left sooner, so I could get the real hardcore sobs out the way! It was devastating as Steve walked away and little Moons began to sob. Its the first time she's gotten like that when Steve has had to leave. Fortunately, having not driven in the dark for bloody ages, I had to keep my eyes in check, so I was able to stay strong for her. Driving home has been a nightmare this evening, it feels like a Friday night. All the boy racers are out in force, the pub down the road (its called the Sandbar) - it sounds awful because it is awful. I don't know what wood work the people that go there come from, but its certainly not locals! They have a live band on occasionally which further pulls in the crowd. Its mostly the British expats in there, and if I say they are the sort that wear football t-shirts, used to read The Sun and used to drink John Smiths beer, I think you'll get my drift on the calibre of patron! The local dogs (I mean literal furry creatures - not the people!), are going wild and this is further adding to my frustrations and my distraction from Steve not being here. Now who the hell am I going to complain to about selfish dog owners, inconsiderate drunks and lousy drinking establishments?! Anyway, back to my beloved husband. Since our relationship began with him living in NZ and me in the UK, we have an unusual closeness in our marriage. We are do struggle to be apart from each other. We fight, we irritate the hell out of each, but we cannot live apart! When Steve went to Mexico and I stayed behind in the UK for 9 weeks, it was the worst experience of my life. Again, I was pregnant as well during that time. We swore we would NEVER do anything stupid like that again. Too long apart and too far. He's going to try and bring his flight forward so it just becomes a week. That will much easier to bear. He went for an interview today for some contracting work and they seemed to unofficially offer him the job. Not only that, but the position will be longer than 3 months. The income will provide us with enough to clear most if not all of our debts in the UK, save up a lot of money for our move to Canada and give us enough for a lovely xmas holiday in Canada. It would be so nice not to worry about money and to be ahead of the game. I feel so much better being able to come right out and say I don't like NZ. It means we can focus on our future plans without the frustrations of trying to make things work here in NZ. All of the things that irritate me so much about NZ are just water off a ducks back now. It doesn't mean anything. Its a real feeling of freedom. I called the Canadian embassy in Australia (which is where we have to go through) and finally, after an hour of waiting managed to speak to someone. When I called the main number by accident, I was greeted in French and chose to respond in French. Somethings I could only remember Spanish for, but I'm quite happy at how much I understood. I did receive a very warm response, so I hope that came from my attempt at rusty French! I was able to check the waiting times, 36 months for PR as a skilled migrant and I was also able to clarify that we can all send in our different passports. We've not gotten Pip's British passport yet, for the same reason this baby will only have the NZ passport, they were the ones that were needed first. Once residency is granted we can switch it over to another passport. I was a bit concerned that the varying passports could cause delay or confusion. Apparantly not. So now when Steve gets back, we can get stuck in! Something to look forward to. Well, its getting later, and I would dearly love a bottle of wine around about now! |