Day 10 of the 12 Days of Bubbles continues on towards doom and mental collapse of your favorite blogger and contrary to the title of this post. I'm here to stay. Kind of.
Picture it. It's October. I'm having a really great time. I've been plotting to write this article, since then. I was going to spring it on you. My eight favorite readers that I was leaving the country. Never to return. Except not.
Little did I know that somewhere in the deep bowels of the US government, my passport was not going through. Apparently my birth certificate was not “good enough”. @ the government. That sound like your problem.
They say “get a new birth certificate”. That was a mess. Me and my favorite study abroad office worker try to send a faxed document that has been certified by a notary that I indeed do want this birth certificate. However, we are millennials and are unequipped to use a fax machine. I end up at FedEx Office spending $2.19 to get it sent off.
It's not good enough to just get a passport. As an international student, who will be gone more then 90 days, I have to get a Visa. A Visa takes at least three weeks to process. I love cutting things to the wire as much as the next college student, but I said to myself. Maybe next year.
I'll be able to save more money. Get a better apartment in Barcelona (!), do more exciting things (!), and who knows, I might even fly first class. Live on the true wild side.
Yet, here I am. In my bathrobe. Surrounded by my wonderful family, so excited to be here one more year. This also gives me more time to learn Spanish. Truly apply myself. Will I do it? Probably not. I'd rather just stumble around a foreign country unable to speak to the locals.
In one year's time, I'll be here again. Telling you about my plans to leave the country. Or not. A lot can happen in a year.