The final hurdle: surmounted

[nanila]

This is my British passport.

I'm afraid my first contact with it rather lacked the reverence it deserved. I stepped on the envelope with a muddy welly boot as I walked in the door.

It's been 18 months since I became a British citizen & over a decade since I moved to the UK. I have handed over a lot of money to the Border Agency and jumped through innumerable bureaucratic hoops to achieve this. It means a lot to me. It's the last bit of documentation cementing my life here, with my large partner, chosen children & beautiful mortgage. I may have mixed up my adjectives there. Forgive me. I'm emotional & might need to have a bit of sugar in my cuppa to calm me down.

Yes, my British friends, you're stuck with me now. And I'm also now indistinguishable from you (so long as I don't open my mouth, which is unlikely).


Finally, apropos of nothing, cat and boy.

Comments

[forthwritten]

Congratulations! Stomping on it with a muddy boot then having to settle your nerves with a brew sounds about right to me.

[nanila]

Thank you! I've been led to believe that having sugar in your tea is only permitted on particularly emotional occasions, so it felt fairly momentous.