A year ago, I started the process of becoming a british citizen after living in the UK for 7 years.
Unluckily for me, I have chosen to do this in the most inefficient country with the most non functioning border agency known to man.
So I sent in my passport & application a year ago…… and never saw it since. hundreds of phone calls, money spent on a lawyer (who’s still working the case!) back and forth letters, involving my local MP, stress, anger, and major feeling of being screwed in the ass by the SYSTEM, and still no light at the end of the tunnel. I’m imprisoned in the UK unable to travel anywhere, unable to see my family and friends (which I last saw over a year ago) and basically, hopeless and tired of fighting a useless, ass-fucking organisation, that give zero fucks about me, and many other people in a similar situation.
Originally, this was suppose to be a heartbreaking post about the pile of injustice bullshit I’m going through, and how fed up and angry I am, but clearly… it’s not gonna change anything, so I might as well get the fuck on with it, accept the fact that I’m imprisoned here, and try to make the most of it! that’s what I’ve been doing in the past year anyway, bitterness aside :)
Traveling & exploring the world is one of the few things in life that still makes my heart go crazy beating, and the one thing I miss the most about not being able to travel is flying.
In the last decade, I have been flying somewhere every few month… being in a state of transit (or as I call it, Suitcase Living Ltd.) makes me feel free and not bound to anything.
Many people dislike airports and flights, but not me. I’m quite addicted to it I guess. I often find an island of silence in the chaos of an airport where thousands of people walk around like crazy ants, and I could literally stare outside the tiny plane window for hours and hours during flights, just watching this big machine magically surf through clouds. seeing the world from above really gives you a sense of how small you are compare to this gigantic beautiful world outside and for me, flights are like meditation. hey, I don’t even mind the shitty food.
Instead of whining about my bad luck I’ve decide to gather up some from above pictures I took over the years that will remind me of that thing I miss the most, in hope I will soon be able to take pictures of all these beautifulness again;
That one time we flew to Paris and got to travel on the first flight ever of the new Airbus A380, we even got a signed certificate for it… I was so stoked, that plane was awesome!