I'm not really superstitious, so when I saw that I had booked my flight on Friday 13th, I didn't really take much notice. But now it looks like I won't be flying at all.
Over the past few days, British Council have been in contact to say that there is a problem with my visa and that I might not be able to go to China. I’m trying to stay positive, but I’m absolutely devastated. I’ve planned my whole year around this job; I’ve turned down a lucrative summer job at my university, I’ve had inoculations, and I’ve bought enough pharmaceuticals to last several months of feeling peaky. And now I can’t get a visa because of my medical history. What a sick joke my life has become.
What am I going to do? I knew this was too good to be true. I can’t go back to my home town. The opportunities there are so limited, and without a car I will be totally screwed. What did I do my degree for? So I could waste precious hours of my life working a call centre job, being so miserable that I spend what little money I earn at the weekend drinking myself into oblivion because I’m surrounded by total ignorance. Even though Liverpool is a small city, I loved living there because of all the theatres and museums, and the gorgeous Victorian architecture. Every time I think of going back to Wrexham a part of me dies. How could this have happened?
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