It’s gettin’ serious. I just got a letter from the Department of Immigration to let me know that my two-year temporary residence period is nearly up. Now Rodd and I basically have to go through the whole application process again to secure my permanent residency. We have to provide sworn statutory declarations that our relationship is continuing and genuine and then back that up with all the evidence we can (photos, bills, bank statements, joint travel itineraries, wills, everything). Such a hassle. At least I don’t have to do the full medical checkup this time. The only thing that makes it easier is knowing that we’d have just as much difficulty (if not more) getting the Snook into the States. These international love affairs ain’t easy, you know.