It has been a while since I wrote about our migration. Truth be told, I’ve just not had anything new to say and I’m fairly certain you’re bored out of your damn mind reading about my struggles with Home Affairs. BUT it seems that for once, I have good news!
We were supposed to go to court on Tuesday but Home Affairs couldn’t get their act together (surprise) and they asked for a postponement until Thursday. On Wednesday, the state’s attorney informed my lawyer that they will not be opposing my case and just ask that we give them till mid May (the 15th to be exact). Interestingly enough, we have been waiting sine January 26th for them to “check my records for my place of birth” but “the archives couldn’t find anything.
As if by magic, they managed to find my record in ONE day within the court date. Interesting don’t you think? Seems it wasn’t as complicated as they have been going on and yes, yes I was actually born in Swaziland. Hello? I’ve been saying that for over a decade?!
Yesterday a judge of the high court signed an order stating that I WILL have my ID and my passport in my hands on or before this date!
I am trying REALLY hard not to be overly excited.
I am trying REALLY hard not to think everything will just work out now but I really feel like a court order is for real and not even Home Affairs can ignore a signed order bestowed upon them by a judge.
Have you any experience with a government department not delivering on a court order? Or maybe you got an order and they DID deliver? Please help set my mind at ease.
My husband has already planned our going away party – and invited everyone – and basically packed his suitcase.
Meanwhile, I’m on the fence. I’m not sure how to react.
I don’t really know if I should be packing up or if I should be cautious.
[bctt tweet=”Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. ― Aristotle” username=”tyrannyofpink”]
Once bitten twice shy?
Last year, we had planned everything – we were leaving early December and we sold half our stuff to make sure that was happening!! And then everything fucked out and suddenly we were left like sitting ducks.
I HATE that feeling of not knowing what I’m doing. That limbo feeling I’ve become all too familiar with since deciding a year ago to move to New Zealand. I can’t even begin to explain how frustrating it has all been.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel and I just want someone to tell me “it’s going to be alright, everything is going to go as planned and it’s okay to feel like this really is finally happening this time”
“We often confuse what we wish for with what is.”
― Neil Gaiman,