It’s been a while since I posted any updates on my life. A lot has happen since then. I’ve lost weight, I completed my 3rd year, I found a temp job, hanging around with mates coming back from uni.
It seems to be going good from far, but in reality today I received to a certain degree some bad news. I’ll brief you about it.
The beginning
Last year my family applied for indefinite leave to remain in the UK after spending almost 9 years here. At that time I was studying on a part-time basis and working with one of the biggest construction firm in the UK. Life was good and it was going good. It was around March to mid April.
We submitted our application around the April. I am not to sure to exactly when as it seems to be somewhat irrelevant to the story I am going to tell you.