I knew it was going to be a good day when we spotted our agent’s car.
I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz nearly slipped on the mossy pavement. Hohoho. Just kidding.
I knew it was going to be a good day when the metal detectors didn’t sound when we walked through them.
I knew it was going to be a great day when the pigeon hole to store our belongings was No. 28!
I knew it was going to be a great day when the time printed on our ticket number showed 8:28am!
I knew it was going to be a good day when we waited at most only 28 minutes before our numbers were called to go into the next room.
I knew it was going to be a good day when we didn’t get Counter 3.
I knew it was going to be a good day when we got Counter 6.
I knew it was going to be a good day when we got a male interviewer.
I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz turned around to give me a smirk before the end of her interview.
I knew it was going to be a great day when the interviewer started typing away before he questioned me.
I knew it was going to be a greater day when Gerry (our interviewer) chopped my visa application form.
Because as it turned out, it was indeed a glorious day as our visas were approved!
Now here's to...
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