After over two years of waiting our visa application for Fiancé's permit was approved. This is the good news that I've been sharing with friends, family and colleagues. Me and Fiancé is finally going to be together and step into our lives as a couple soon to be married. So much has happened, and our relationship has been put through a bunch of tests. Both him and I was at a point were we didn't even care anymore. Didn't care about the future, or us, or this case with UDI. I never thought that it would take so much time to get the permits, but it did. But it's over now.
Saturday last week was a normal day, I went to work and then came home. Usually the mail doesn't come on Saturdays (only weird commercial magazines) so I wasn't so excited as I checked the mail box. I opened it. And. There. It. Was.
UDI's letter. The letter we waited for. My hands shaking, I rushed into the elevator, punched the third floor and waited. I was not going to open it, I couldn't. What if it was a rejection like the last time (because of my low income in 2010)? What if they needed some more documents and it was going to take more time? What if? My mind was filled with question marks, but my heart was jumping of joy. My heart was so sure that is was positive so I smiled like a crazy person as I walked in and handed my mom the letter. You should see her face. I told her to open it, because all the sudden I wasn't the brave me anymore.
Congratulations, she said.
Still, one week later me and Fiancé have a hard time believing it. I'm headed to Istanbul on Friday to go and get him. We had an old promise that the ride back home (to Norway) would be together.