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Monday, June 3, 2013

"so where are you moving to?"

the money question. everyone asks and i haven't an answer. i asked G the other day another word for liminal. he suggested limbo. whichever it is. that is where we are. but there is a plan. 

all of my documentation has been sent, received and reviewed by my school.

i somehow pulled getting my application for NARM together after a last minute decision to go ahead and get licensed in the states. i had a skills exam with my clinical director today to get a few more skills signed off. and i'm like 9 days away from being back in maine for my final exams.

it's only starting to become real and anxiety is setting in.

we packed up, put most of our furniture and books into storage, said our sad goodbyes and crossed the border back to canada last week. it wasn't official and clearly it never occurred to me until the border guard asked if we had filled out a declaration to reestablish my canadian residency? 

oh, right. i'm done. i guess i have to go back to canada now. 

as i said. there is a plan. we have lots of plans in the works. i'm hoping to get a visa extension that will allow me to work as a licensed midwife in the US. at least for a period of time. during that period i'll be working towards getting registered in canada, but the timing of exams (and/or programs) dictates the speed at which that takes place. out of my hands. 

optimistically i could be registered next may, outside chance not until spring of 2015, worst case, never.  

i'm just focusing on moving forward and managing to make all these logistics come together and actually try and study for all these exams. oh, also G is applying for canadian residency and we have to go back in time and print out all our emails. this goes back 10 the time of hotmail. i can't even access that account anymore so the earliest we can go is 2007. yes. only 6 years. 6 years of emails. skype. facebook. myspace? all our pictures. i'm not sure there is enough paper or ink for this. not to mention the police checks and tax audits. 

we can pull this off though. despite having no fixed address. despite having our most wordly possessions being packed into my little car, most of which is composed of camping gear and midwifery books. a ukelele and our blendtec. 

so where are we moving to? only the future knows. we are open and resigned to what the universe brings us. i know ultimately it will be success.