It was two days after my husband’s birthday that we received the news from the migration agent but it was actually granted on my husband’s birthday. How divine is it that my permanent residency in Australia was granted exactly 40 years from the day my husband was born? I mean, I know that a miracle can be found in every other corner if we only pay attention to the flowers blooming and the sun rising, but I suppose there’s no better way to say what I want to say rather than to steal this line from The A-Team:
“I love it when a plan comes together.”
It’s so comforting that despite how crazy and difficult this year had been, there are little reminders that there is a plan, bigger than man is capable of conceptualising, and beyond the reach of human intervention.
On this label, I would like to talk about my thoughts about the process of moving to Australia, the differences between the country where I grew up and this one, and the perks, as well as the challenges, of being an immigrant.
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