Quick Post.

The Landing Interview is over and now he is ALL MINE.

Thank you for all the good vibes and good luck wishes!

I can’t begin to describe what a relief it is – like a huge weight off my shoulders – to know that he’s permanently here. Can’t be deported (barring any sort of behaviour that I like to think he’d avoid anyway) and can go pick up his OHIP card (free health care for all!). We both grinned like fools for quite a while this morning. My Canadianish husband.

Even though there wasn’t any real doubt, and even though the letter clearly stated they were going to accept him, it was still.. nerve-wracking. We’ve made so many jokes in reference to the Simpsons episode where the police set up a sting operation to catch criminals by sending a letter that they’ve “won” a free boat that, well, it was starting to concern me! In the end, the interview took about ten minutes, the questions were all straight-forward, and there was very clearly nothing to worry about. Still, when the immigration officer attached the Canadian VISA to his passport I started to cry. We’re done. It’s over. He’s permanent.

I have a lot of stuff to catch up on – not the least of which is some serious blog-posting – but I’m unspeakably exhausted this morning. I’m going to take the dogs on a long walk, then come home and relax. I’ll post soon.