So, yesterday I was at the library typing 1,000 new words of my second novel. I’m participating in Nanowrimo, the crazy month where writers around the world attempt to finish a 50k novel in a month, and Thursday was a “bumper” day for me. I had written a whopping 7,000 words, and was pretty proud of myself. I finished my last thousand words at the Goodwood library because I wasn’t ecstatic about typing the words alone at home (That’s the trouble with being an extrovert writer. The writer’s lifestyle goes against what it means to be an extrovert!). Anyway, I logged on to my e-mail to send a copy of my tale to myself – and then I noticed an email from my migration agent. My heart skipped a beat when I read the title of the e-mail: “Immi Grant Notification.” With trembling hands I opened the email.
“I refer to the application by XX for a Skilled – Regional (VB 887) visa lodged on 10 September 2014 with the department.
I am pleased to advise that on 20 November 2014 a decision was taken to grant this visa.”
Shit. I just got my PR.
I’m an Australian permanent resident.
That e-mail informed me that I’ve just achieved a decades-long dream.
I felt numb at first, then panic set in as I realised that I have to sit for my driving exam in three months. I called my agent to thank her for her effort and told her now I have to worry about the driver’s test.
She laughed. “Aiyoh, you very kan cheong* lah. Everything will fall into place, don’t worry.”
Yes me, professional worry wart.
I had imagined how it’d be like to get that notification. Surely the earth will shake and the stars will sing. Or some silly thing like that.
Nope. Everything is still the same. There are still bills to be paid, annoying people to deal with and problems to be solved.
I think we often believe that “we’ll only be happy when…” In actual fact, when we get what we think will make us happy, we are joyful for a day or too, and then reality sets in. You’re still the same person you were the day before.
Happiness, well, we can be happy now, not when.
So now I have a PR visa, and I am not sure where to go from here. Stay, leave, study, work….? Ah, life goes on as you can see….
* kan cheong = Cantonese for “anxious, too overly concerned.”