Last of the limbo?

Today should be our last day in Limbo-land proper. A brown envelope with a maple leaf frank was posted through our front door this morning - 2 weeks shy of 2 years since we first applied to emigrate to Canada. This envelope should contain one of the following three things: a) instructions to take our medicals, pay the landing fee and provide them with updated information; b) a request for us to attend an interview in London on a certain date, perhaps with information about what it is that they specifically want to discuss with us; c) an outright rejection.

Obviously I am hoping it will be a! If that's the case then we're halfway there already as it means that our application has been provisionally successful. As long as the medicals don't show up any nasty surprises then we should have our PR visas in hand within around 3 months.

If it's b then it's not the end of the world but it means we will be in Limbo-land for a while longer and we'll be extremely stressed until the interview is over. It will also mean delaying our arrival in Canada for a good few months.

If it's c then I will cry and shout and scream bloody murder. Then we will have to start the appeals process and look into what our plan B is going to be if it is unsuccessful. We will probably go down the BUNAC route if this is the case - going over on a work permit for a year and hoping we can find a company to sponsor Graham.

I'm so nervous I have felt really sick all day. I am leaving work in 15 minutes and should know one way or the other in just over an hour.

Oh. My. God.