Depression is the pits...

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed. Well, not in the traditional sense of the word. I suppose you could describe it more as longing. Longing for better times and better places. I made the mistake of making a dvd slideshow of our USA holiday back in 2002.

We visited my brother and his wife at their home in Colorado Springs. We were only there for a month, but we fell in love with the place, and have been dreaming about going back there ever since we returned home. At worst, another temporary visit, but our ultimate prize would be to emigrate. In that light, I’ve been entering the green card lottery (diversity visa) religiously. Ok, well, not quite, since I stupidly forgot to enter at the end of 2005. So while we were watching the slide show last night, my wife asks me, “Why don’t we just say fuck it, and go?”

Man, I wish it was as simple as that, but I know from prior research that there was all sorts of criteria that you had to qualify for before they would even consider letting you have a visa. I guess I will phone the consulate some time this morning and speak to someone about it. Hopefully our dreams won’t be dashed on the rocks too badly.

Yes, I know that sounds defeatist, but I’m just being a realist.

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