I just realized that the address printed on my OFII (Office of Immigration form is wrong). This is bad, probably not fatal since most don't have housing, but it came in the mail the other day and I didn't think to check it. Of course I didn't. It came to the right address. But as I double checked this evening, I noticed it was wrong. SON. Of. A.
Wrong House number. Misspelled Street name.
I checked the email I had sent them with the form completely filled out and my handwriting was legible and everything was correct. This presents two problems. I have to bring this form the medical visit I have Wednesday and I also need this letter to open my bank account.
You know. To get Paid.
And being type A, I emailed both the academy and the OFII office. It's Sunday night so NATURALLY nothing is going to happen tonight. But I will sit her and stress because it's just me. And really only two things will happen. I will have to put off everything a while longer (and really, it's okay because it's my understanding that some people don't even have housing) or they will just say "It doesn't matter. Leave it as it."
And yet I am sitting here, stress eating. (slices of ham on toast if you were wondering what)
I did have a lovely evening and will probably describe it in fuller detail later. When I'm not sitting here sweating something that will probably not be remembered in 10 years. But I will include some photos of tonight's festivities. It feels wonderful to have a group of such LOVELY and diverse people to communicate with. We have people from Spain, Italy, Scotland, England, Canada, Austria, and the US. It's made the town feel a little more like a home and helped solve some of that disconnect I feel from my friends back home.
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