Next week, I’m going to go to have the required interview I have to have before they can proceed with my citizenship application. No idea what they’ll ask. Presumably, they just want to see me in person, make sure I’m alive and really who I say I am, make sure I’m still living in Australia, etc. The interview for the Permanent Residency was pretty low-key, so I excpect this will be, as well.
And then, in a few weeks or whenever they get the paperwork filed, I get to come in, swear an oath, and, hey, presto cadabra, I’m an Australian.
Anyway, I’m not excited about it yet, other than I’m happy to have the opportunity to go into the city. We don’t go much any more. No, let me rephrase. Andrew goes to the city every day of the work week. The kids and I mostly stay out here in the suburbs, shuffling around shopping centers and eating lunch in food courts and buying things at Target. Not that you can’t do that in the city, as well, of course, but it’s a suburban thing. All I need is one of those awful SUVs to terrorize the parking lots with and I’ll be all set.
Oh, dear. I seem to have gone off on a tangent. I started on one topic/story and ended on something completely different. I think I must watch The Simpsons too much.
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