I made a decision. Go big or go home, right? So that's it. I'm doing it. I'm going to move to ENGLAND after graduation!
*prepares Excel spreadsheet of British cities*
*prepares checklist of things needed to move to UK*
*settles in for a long night of research*
Wow...um...there's a lot of stuff. You need. To move to the UK.
What the hell is a Resident Labour Market Test? Or a shortage occupation list? A TIER TWO WORK VISA?? WHY DO THEY LET DENTISTS AND CHOREOGRAPHERS IN BUT NOT ME??
Maybe if I find an employer...who will put up a job for a month, but not tell anyone about it...so at the end of the month, I'll apply...and the employer will tell the UK border people "Oops, we couldn't find any established Brits to fill this position, so we REALLY need this American Sara girl"...
What about Scotland?
Nope. No, Scotland IS part of the UK. Now they REALLY won't let me in.
I guess...I should...maybe...*sigh*
I made a decision. Go big or go home, right? So that's it. I'm doing it. I'm going to-- I will-- My plan is--
My plan is--
My plan is to marry a British citizen and move over there with him. Yes? Yes.
*prepares Excel spreadsheet of US cities with large British populations*
Take THAT, UK Border patrol. I can be SNEAKY. You and your stupidly tight reign on who you let in your country...leave me stuck in here in America...we'll see who wins in the end. Yeah. WE'LL SEE.
But you know what? We already won ONE war against you guys. Just sayin'.
Damn it. Now they REALLY REALLY won't let me in.
Gotta stop talking.