The last few weeks have brought to mind an aphorism of Leonardo Da Vinci. «Iron rusts from disuse; stagnant water loses its purity and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.» While my circumstances are not quite as dire as this aphorism might suggest, I am still anxiously awaiting news regarding my immigration status. This predicament has discombobulated me and I feel I have become a trifle magniloquent in consequence. Aye!

The Aliens Authority continue to sit on my application and if nothing else I am somewhat comforted to think that it may be providing someone with a cushion of sorts.

It would be euphemistic for me to describe this predicament as merely frustrating – in fact many unmentionable expletives come to mind with ease.

Histrionics and hyperbole aside I do sincerely appreciate that these matters are serious and that international mobility and residency are priveleges, to be sure.