Hello WordPress family.

It’s been a minute since we last chatted and I feel as though I’ve left you all on a cliffhanger when it came to my post about my visa.

Well I’m here to tell you – IT’S A YES. The reason I’ve been MIA this past month is because I finally moved to England. I’m now safe and sound in my little corner of the universe and it’s been nearly 3 weeks since I left.

That isn’t to say we still haven’t come across hiccups along the way.

First off, I’d like to say that Dublin can go ahead and eat a bag of dicks.

Here’s my reason behind my secret hatred for them:

There is zero consistency in this whole UK visa thing, even AFTER you received the golden ticket to move countries. It seems to be an important thing for an immigration officer to stamp your actual visa vignette in order to activate your stay in the country, as opposed to just looking at it and giving you a big old fat English stamp on your passport page to add to your collection.

Apparently, Dublin is a black hole. I had a short layover in Dublin where I noticed I was being forced to enter Customs and Immigration. I guess it kind of makes sense since Ireland has close ties with the UK. The immigration officer was very nice, asked me a couple of questions about my visa, stamped my passport and then said, “Make sure you go through customs in Manchester when you enter so that they can activate this visa for you.” I said alrighty and went on my merrily way.

I fly into Manchester, and naturally I realize, since I flew my Ireland, I was not in the international terminal and there was no Customs or Immigration to go through once I arrived. I grabbed my bags and suddenly I was in the meet and greet area. I panicked for a second, unsure of what to do. I ran to the Information Desk and asked them and they assured me I cleared everything in Dublin.

Okay cool.

Nope nope nope nope. It’s not cool, actually. This could potentially cause problems if I were to leave the country and try to enter again and the officer handling my passport decides to be an ass and doesn’t like that my visa vignette isn’t stamped. So, technically, I’m considered a visitor in Ireland. England has no clue I’m actually here yet.

Secondly, it seems Thomas Cook Airlines has collapsed, and we’re supposed to fly with them next month to Cyprus for a wedding and Mr. Loch Jess is the Best Man.


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