So I am still in Melbourne. On July 3rd I called DIC (Department of Immigration and Citizenship) and they told me that I would have a response about my visa situation on July 6th. The exact words were, "Do not fly tomorrow". So I changed my ticket and thought that the visa would come. 
Today there is still no visa.
Now, I am pissed off. And as my father told me, "It's better to be pissed off, than pissed on." I am okay with anger. I am not on prozac and have feelings. I express them. I know that this makes some people uncomfortable and they would rather discuss the weather or pretend that everything is super. But it's not. I don't have any interest in pretending it is.
I am tired of people telling me to wait. I am sick and fucking tired of waiting. People always want you to wait. As I once told someone, "I am an activist, not a wait-ivist."
Living without knowing your visa status, and not seeing your loved ones sucks. It is hard to plan, impossible to think your next steps. Someone I know has been in visa limbo-land since 2001. Imagine.
Anyway, please don't tell me to wait, or that it will come. I feel duped by DIC since I believed it when they said two days. Governments lie and I should know better. But the not knowing, that is the stuff that makes you feel cuckoo.
Here is a creepy painting I saw at the Guggenheim exhibit at the NGV the other day. It sums things up. It's called 'Asylum.'
2 comments:
i know this is easy to say but hard to live.
The best advocates are the ones that have been through the same shit as the people they advocate for.
I like the painting. It certainly has a haunting, existenial feel to it. I like the colour. The light give me a sense of hope.
M2
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