After a rough morning, I managed to do a workout. It wasn’t a super long one, or hard one, but it was a workout nonetheless. For 39 minutes, I was able to escape my thoughts.
Shawshank called last night, as planned. We talked for a bit about what was happening in our lives, such as they are right now. It was a good call. He was in a good mood. My mood was better than it was at the start of the week. After the call and my shower, I started going through some of the action items in The Great Sort and Plan Eh. Then, I looked into what I need to start the process of getting me legal once I’m across the border. I’m could stay 6 months, and I could apply for an extension. Anything longer would involve a lot more paperwork.
Right now, I’m not entirely certain Shawshank can sponsor me.
If he can’t sponsor me, it doesn’t look great for me to be able to legally stay in Canada.
Then, just for added fun, his consulate case worker emailed me this afternoon. If Shawshank wants to leave right away, he can leave by land. They would drive him across the Vermont border, and a family member would meet him there to bring him “home”. His other option would be to fly in. However, ICE removals to Canada aren’t a thing right now, and he’d be in custody until the border reopens. On top of that, they couldn’t guarantee they’d fly him all the way to the middle of the country. Like the overland option, they might fly him into the first major airport and have him finish on his own.
Of course, tonight’s not a night he could call, so I couldn’t tell him any of this.
I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I spent most of last night upset about it. And this morning. Then most of tonight, the more I look into things. I’ve been stuck in this downward spiral for the last 24 hours. I need to deal with it about another 24 before I can even talk to him about any of it.
I’m done.
