If you have been following my blog since its inception a year ago, you will know that my year has been liberally peppered with stress over my oldest son’s missing Green Card. It has been a long, drawn-out, sorry story of shambolic bureaucracy, acute ineptitude, willful inflexibility, an extortionate additional fee and a day of school missed so that my son could attend a biometrics appointment despite technically being a US citizen and definitely being under 14. And lots of waiting. Lots and lots of waiting. But finally the waiting is at an end. My son’s Green Card arrived in Friday’s post. We could scarcely believe it. Finally, over a year since we first pitched up in America, all five of us British Picts have our Green Cards.
Now we can progress with applying for the boys’ US passports. I can hardly wait to find out what bureaucratic nightmares that holds in store for us.