This week in “Shit Only Anna Seems To Do,” hey guys, I’m going to Pakistan tomorrow!
I know. I KNOW, all right?
Sometime in the summer when I was still spiral-eyed with longing and dismay, a friend said that travel, getting out of my environment, would be good for me. She was probably reaching for something, anything, to get that look off my face, I don’t know. So we talked about maybe going to Lisbon or Madrid sometime around my birthday, but she had all this other travel planned, including visiting her family in Lahore in late October, so we hatched the idea that I would visit her while she visited them.
So I booked flights and started trying to figure out how to get a visa, something I’ve never done before, and that was a whole foofaraw but in the meantime I was leaving a job and starting another job and moving to another house and all this stuff and also feeling really really sad and scared about my future and I guess I just never got around to mentioning it because so many other things were more immediate.
Today was a crazy mess. I was nervous about applying for a visa by post because I didn’t want to mail my passport anywhere. So I applied online, but nothing happened for awhile, so I sent a “Hello?” email and they replied “Yeah, you hafta hit the Submit button for the application to go through.” So I lost some time on that stupidity. Late last week they emailed to tell me to go in to the consulate “Wednesday or Thursday” (hello, I’m flying on Thursday?) so I got up at six to drive to Frankfurt this morning and I got there early and waited for aaaages and they didn’t seem to know what to do with me but they very confidently said “wait here” for about two and a half hours, and then I finally got to see the consul and he asked me to upload the contract for my job. And I’m like, wouldn’t it have been easier for everyone if you’d just emailed me that request? Or said, anywhere on the online application portal, that you would want that kind of information? Augh. AND he wanted me to do it by 3pm and it was already almost noon and I was late to meet my co-workers for my farewell/post-birthday lunch, after which I was scheduled to guest-teach my co-worker Josh’s Academic Writing in English class and also you saw my last post – that is the headspace I’ve been in for the last two weeks so yeah, there may have been a bit of crying with the driving back to Heidelberg.
Made it back. Had lunch with colleagues. Talkedveryfast through the AcWri class because that’s how I roll anyway, even when I’m not freaking out about several things at once. Drove home to find my contract. Oh hey, this is the one from 2018, where’s my 2019 contract? Dunno. So I drove up to my new job, ran into the IT guy trying to leave, dragged him back inside to show me how to scan things, scanned the contract, uploaded it to the Pakistan Consulate Visa Application site… and then did some actual work related to that actual job. That calmed me down a bit, which is why this post features punctuation.
Anyway at some point I got an email saying my application was accepted and I downloaded my visa and so yes I really actually am going to Pakistan, though there was quite a bit of doubt for quite a while. I’ll try to upload some pictures or something.
I really didn’t listen to music for a long time there, but let’s revive the song du jour of the day with a repeat. In a Moment by Ray Davies has been in my head all day.