It's been an emotional week since we received the letter from NZ immigration a week ago. The weekend bought a lot of tears and anger, but we got some good advice by way of General Conference. All things we needed to hear to make it through our rocky journey.
We've discussed moving to New Mexico, Larry's stomping grounds and so hypotheticaly, we could move. I'll be honest, I didn't want to move on Thursday-Friday-Saturday-Sunday-Monday, hence the tears and anger. Since Tuesday I've been copacetic with the possibility.
An appointment with our Bishop last night also bought confidence to the appeal situation and despite it's all we can be right now, we're 70% more hopeful than we were about the appeal before the appointment.
I'm very much still angry at New Zealand for not taking into consideration at all the extreme hardship, but that's politics.
It really isn't what you know, it's who you know .. and Prime Minister John Keys knows Mr. Hollywood Money-Bags very well, but doesn't care too much for Mr & Mrs Law-Abiding-Honest-Married-Couple. They're only for humanitarian needs when it's something that the world can see, but when it comes to humanitarian issues behind the scenes the rhetoric falls short.
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