Stacks and Stacks...

You know what's worse than doing the whole visa process of moving internationally? Doing it twice. That's right. For the second time in two years, I am venturing down the path of acquiring a visa into this tiny, strict little country (and it's not even for me; I better win humanitarian of the year or something). At least this time I'm not doing it all by myself, but that's really no comfort. My lucky big brother gets his job to take care of it for him. But at least for me, I've got one person in the country (that's me) for the inside info and one person outside to acquire all the necessary requirements.

Better still, I now officially have an Immigration Advisor. That woulda been real handy before I came. But you live and you learn; I am syked to hear an official talk about the unlikelihood of me getting a second person in the country for only 4 or 5 months. Stupid rules. And it's all about money. They care how long you'll be here and what you're doing if (and only if) you plan on trying to earn some money while you're here. I mean, a girl's gotta eat... and shop.

So here's hoping having an Immigration Advisor will make the whole experience pleasant instead of what it was the first time. Remember: they were thisclose to asking me to send them a poo sample. Honestly.