One year ago today, we submitted our application for my Swedish residence permit, a little earlier than expected, and so began this emotional journey. Thinking back now, I’m glad we didn’t delay the process any further because here we are, 12 months later, still waiting and worrying and hoping. But the decision has to be close now, any day. We’re now in the estimated decision time frame, which is so exciting and terrifying. Although most rejected applications hear back in a much shorter time frame, you still can’t help wondering, “what if…?” And as much as we really want that decision so we can start making solid plans and book our flights before they get even more expensive than they already are, I’m also glad we haven’t received it sooner.
Once we have a decision, I am allowed six months to move over. Of course, one can apply for an extension on that, but it would probably look better if you moved over as soon as reasonably possible. And as we’re still hoping for a July moving date after Johan finishes his course in June, this is still 4 out of those 6 months into the future. In fact, I even mentioned this in our application, so the fact we haven’t received a decision yet isn’t worrying me as such, but it has started to get more nerve wracking and stressful these past couple of weeks, knowing that we will soon have that answer. Another Brisbaner received their decision just this week, and they applied just after us and received their interview invitation at the embassy a day after us. So it’s all very exciting!
Meanwhile on top of stressing about the decision, packing, the cat, where we’ll be living, where we’ll get jobs, when we’ll get jobs… I’m also stressing about how much I’m trying to get done before the move, and preferably, before the decision. Because I feel as soon as we get a decision, everything else will be blown from my mind and I’ll be in moving-prep mode. But that also includes finishing half-started projects for our Etsy store, getting rid of as much stock as we can, deciding what I can and can’t live without and practising as much Swedish as I can, because it turns out SFI (Swedish for Immigrants) can sometimes take up to several months to get into. There is so much to keep me busy and yet there are still days I just feel miserable with stress and longing.
Johan on the other hand is heading to Stockholm today to spend four weeks with his Mum while he attends practise work. Next time he heads to Stockholm it’ll be to get on a plane to see me. We’ve never been so close to a visit without a known date. 😦 But hopefully soon, that will change.