Tuesday, 8 April 2014


Last night, on the eve of our immigration interview, I had a strange dream.

I found myself, with R, on a rooftop surrounded by floodwaters. But the strange thing was, I felt safe. I had faith we would be rescued, and we would be fine. 

Now I've never considered myself religious, but in this dream, I was completely at peace and had this overwhelming sense that everything was going to be fine. I woke up feeling truly positive for the first time in weeks. I'm just not ready to write this off as 'just a dream' right now. I'm going to have a little faith,

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