23rd September 2019
Today is one of these days when I bounce between feeling confident, to one of terror of messing up my next visa interview.
I am much better informed, I have a lot of supporting documentation, but I still have the dread of returning to that foreboding place, and going through the ordeal again.
It affects me in different ways, I don’t sleep well, I feel restless, and wake up hourly. I have the fear of failing, and letting Kelli down.
What makes people believe you? I run this through my brain all the time. I put myself in their place and try to predict the questions I would ask. I have everything written down. The bedroom is my incident room, with low level lighting, what is missing is the smoking cigarette end in the ashtray.
I know I cannot get obsessed with it, the interview should only last a few minutes, it can’t be that hard, I just want to visit the bloody United States.
Another Lifetime to go 