It’s been over three weeks since I’ve written a post on here, and the last one I wrote was on the day I left for London.
There’s a reason why I haven’t written. I’m actually not in London… I’m back in New York.
I’ll explain why, but I’m going to make it short because I’ve explained this story way too many times at this point, and reliving it isn’t fun….
So the very short version of the story is this. When I arrived to London, I was detained, questioned by the UK border agency, and nine hours after landing on English soil, was sent on a plane back to New York.
I’m not going to get into the reasons why it happened, because most of them are personal and that no one outside of my family and friends needs to know. But currently, I am banned from the country that my boyfriend lives in.
The optimist in me thinks that’s kinda badass. But the reality is that it sucks. Big time.
We are still plugging along with getting my Italian dual citizenship, which would overrule my UK ban, but now the cost is going to be much higher and the earliest it would be completed is around Christmas. So we’re talking to immigration lawyers and exploring other options too.
Thankfully, as soon as I knew what flight I was being sent back to New York on, Tom was able to buy a ticket on the same flight, so his dad and sister brought a bag of things for him and his passport to the airport, just in time to be able to catch it. If he wasn’t able to do that, I wouldn’t have been allowed to see him before departing.
Tom and I were escorted onto the British Airways plane first (…by three security guards), and the one fun part about this whole ordeal is once the stewards heard our story, they brought us lots of champagne after take-off. LOTS. The flight was actually enjoyable because of that… and because we were finally together.
Tom was able to get emergency leave from work and stayed with me for the week. We essentially shut ourselves off from the world, only telling a select few people what had happened and enjoying the time that we had together. The bright side of this whole mess is that he was able to meet some of my family members, and we could digest what had happened together and try to figure out what our next steps would be.
We’re lucky that our families are here to remind both of us every day that the best things in life are worth fighting for, and that once this is all over, we’ll have the strongest relationship that we could have ever imagined, and be the happiest people in the world!
So even though I’m not in London yet, I’ll be using this blog as a way to update everyone on the progress of getting me over there, and to let you all know what’s going on in my day-to-day life back in New York too.
I hope you keep reading! A little update on my life coming soon.