dans quel monde oublié // in what forgotten world

So I definitely just tore my house apart looking for three things that are of Vital Importance to me obtaining my visa:

1. a letter of enrollment at a French university
2. proof of health insurance coverage
3. proof of housing/accomodation

They weren't in the last place I would've looked. They were in the first place I did look. Except that those three things weren't in separate letters as I had thought, but in one big envelope. I really do wish that my mother wouldn't move things that I had set aside.

But how I am sobbing in relief. Huge fat tears of relief. As relieved as I have ever been. Now I don't have to cancel my appointment. Now I don't have to call the Study-Abroad Office and pitifully beg for them to send new copies andifitsokaytodosointhenexttwodaysthanksbye.

If there's one thing I hate, it's looking stupid and knowing that it was totally my fault.

...Well, I hate other things too. I am no angel. But that particular state of being is the one that comes to mind at the moment.

I shouldn't be complaining, though, as the process for going to France used to be much harder. Instead of a long-stay visa, they used to make students get a visa and then apply for a carte-de-séjour once they were actually in France. This means that there used to be even more bureaucracy and hidden fees. All in a foreign language.

As I'm so lucky as to escape that fiasco (just imagine what kind of a mess I'd be right now if that were the case), I really should be doing a happy dance. Or lighting incense to thank the gods. Or making a donation at some church. Or something. Instead, I'm going to go eat (hey, it's how I express thankfulness, okay?!)

So. Crisis averted. Next up:

1. take actual passport photos
2. fill out a bazillion and one forms
3. find silly things like proof of residency and proof of sufficient funds
4. buy a self-addressed prepaid envelope
5. a sugar daddy

I'm kidding on that last one. Sort of. Cash would be nice to have if one is to live in Paris. Maybe if I win the lottery....?

ETA: This is scary as shit. Thankfully I will not have that problem.