— Me, on sorting the contents of a desk.
I feel like having read and processed and (I think) understood the second chapter of Imagined Communities before, I should continue to understand it on rereading. I feel like rereading should just remind me of the thinking I did last time. But, lo, I am having to re-wrap my head around this chapter as if we were strangers to each other, despite most of the words seeming familiar. And this is always what happens with me and theory. And this is why I did not go into any of the hard ball social sciences. Ancient history was hard enough and I did my best not to get sucked into the weird conceptual theory bits.
On the one hand, I find it sort of cool that the first search result for pretty much any health-related Googling done int he UK gets you the relevant NHS page. Like, well done. This is an important service for public health. Good for you. On the other hand, the NHS pages that I have read have often been confusing, contradictory, incomplete, or just asinine. So, there’s that.
Also, the BRP creeps me out. Biometric Residence Permit. That just…does not sit easily in my mind. The Permit for my residence is a card from which machines can read my biometrics. Biometric Residence Permit. Eep.
I have my BRP in my house now. I think the reason it took me so long to go get it is that I was still managing to have huge amounts of anxiety over it, despite having been told it was there. Like I expected right up until the lady from the international office actually put it in my hand to be told that they’d made a mistake in the email and there was no visa. Like I was looking at the card in her hand with my passport and my marriage license and still did not believe it was mine and I had a visa. Because anxiety sucks.