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In high school there was a girl named Jenny. She seemed sorta new, even though we were new too (for us, ninth grade, new city, new school), she didn’t really talk to that many people, she had very few friends, she was part of the group of people we hung with. She dissappeared during high school, after only a year or so, but for some reason we remember her. She was odd. She would sit in the bleachers during gym class, sometimes, and look off into space, smiling…she seemed weird.

We understand her far better now that we can explain.
We wish we would have gotten to know her better.

No, not you really…US!

We had to “come out” to James’ immigration lawyer today. No specifics given, but she needed to know, we’re filing the remainder of the paperwork on Monday, and then off to the government it goes. Then the wait. Then the interviews.

James breached the subject of blogs, but his blogs, not ours. Then we, James, us, had to explain why we were not willing to share personal correspondences, since the start of our relationship, with the government. Private e-mails, exposing our mental illness to the government.

We came out with our mental illnesses, but not DID/MPD…we went as far to state the (mis)-diagnoses of the social anxiety disorder, the bipolar disorder, the severe depression, the schizophrenia, all on OUR permanent record, if the government chose to look into it, that’s what they’d find. So we felt it should be addressed.

She was very kind about it, and actually thought it touching and wonderful, the love James has for us “despite the mental illness”. She said it may help our case, if we chose to disclose it. For obvious reasons we said we did not want to do that.

But yeah, coming out, while not completely, to a near stranger…that’s a fun day, right? She thanked us for sharing it, as we, only semi-shamefully, walked out the door.

James is having to take down some pieces off of his blog, and certainly anything linking him with ours, because while they are certain to do an internet search on him, they won’t find anything on us purely by our legal name.

She did say that they probably know who “I” am, given the nature of things we write about on our main blog (government, freedom, etc.) Making us think we’re on some kind of list (yay, for paranoia!)

Fingers crossed, that exercising our freedom doesn’t come back to bite us in the ass.

We haven’t had our rabies shot.

Hmmmm….

Amsterdam might be (is, likely) a bust…but there’s still Ireland.

We need more toes and fingers to cross…we can’t keep going on like this. Are we being spoiled to be desiring James get a contract soon so we can get a hot lunch/dinner again, one that’s not instant soup?
Crossing our fingers so we can have some macorni and cheese, and a burger. Maybe spaghetti and meatballs. Fries (or, chips, rather, as the case may be in England). We’re spoiled.

Crossing fingers. Crossing toes. WE NEED MORE FINGERS AND TOES!