Today we had our medical for our residents permits. The experience was high on blood extraction, low on dignity, unfortunately. N pointed out how like Ellis Island it seemed. We were herded in, alongside scores of other nervous looking migrants, sent from room to room
having blood drawn, x-rays taken and forms stamped. At any moment some official might have drawn a chalk cross on our coats and sent us to the TB ward. Luckily they didn't, and next step is finger printing.
Meanwhile, we've moved into our new flat - which is lovely, if only it didn't smell so bad. I don't know what it is, the musty whiff of mildew? the pong of cheap furniture? the reek of over privilege? Whatever it is I feel we deserve it, we've been far too lucky up until now, it's about time something wasn't perfect.
But things are set to brighten, with the imminent arrival of my Mother, who gets here tomorrow. I can't wait.
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