Life here has become suddenly very precarious over the last 24 hours.
Luke and I have battled and battled to be able to stay together. I don't need to tell you how perfect our life here is, we never argue - never - we have created the perfect home that is filled by us and the animals and by our love for one another. We do everything together.
Yesterday I was informed by my work that although they are applying for a labour market opinion so I can get a work visa it will be a longer process than we thought and I won't be able to work until it comes in - if it comes in - and in the meantime I will lose my status here.
Last night, Luke and I sat down and hashed it all out. One option is if I return home for a year then we can both work and save and when I return with a permanent residency visa we should have saved enough money for a house.
We talked and talked and the more we talked, the more we realised that this really isn't an option. When I came here in January 2013, it was so that we could be together forever, not just for a year and a half. Regardless of whether this puts our plans back for three years, we can't abandon that plan. I can't be without him for another year.
Instead, we are focusing energies on securing a visitor visa for me. Honestly, this will still be difficult to do. Firstly, we need to have a financial sum in the bank to support me, but I am unsure what the expectation of that sum might be. It could be $5000 it could be less. Secondly, we are running out of time. I don't know whether we have the time now to get one.
So that is where we are at today. My permanent residency visa application is still AWOL, but even were it not, having handed in the permanent residency visa application is not my ticket to stay. I thought I had to stay while they process it, but it is the work permit that would have allowed me to stay in the interim.
Who knows where life is taking us, I am trying to trust that it is guiding us in the right direction but we are on the cusp of leaping into the abyss once more without the foggiest about what might happen next