10 years of my life was on hold, was 23 when I applied, now when i look in the mirror, i look a lot older than most of the people of my age, just because of this whole un-necessary delays from a useless department that has changed its name 4 times since i applied, DIMIA/DIMA/DIAC and now DIBP.
At the end they apologised for this DELAY, no reason given for the delay what so ever, and wished me a "happy beginning". Thank you DIMIA.
I am glad its over, and i can start a life.
And yes, that dreadful bus ride, 10 years of wait and there is this storm between me and that certificate. One hour passed in the bus, its raining outside and i am stuck, I told myself, i should have left work earlier, but that will make me desperate, I AM DESPERATE , should have drove myself, but who could have known this will happen, every minute sitting in that bus was unbearable, may be thats how its scripted for me, struggle till the very end, may its not meant to be. With 5 minutes remaining, I got off the bus on the second last stop, i knew i can beat the bus if i run, and started running towards the venue, i told myself its now or never. People on the bus stops looked at me if i have stolen something from someone and running in the rain like that. I didnt care, my mind was focused, controlled breathing, i knew i cant let my legs tired now, adrenaline pumping, and i kept running. When i reached the venue, there was a big queue of people registering themselves and i told myself, why did I run, but i didnt have any choice and i couldnt risk it either, sweating, huffing and puffing, unlike most of them i wasnt dressed up in a suit but it didnt matter, i was smiling, i knew i made it and when they gave me the certificate, thats all it mattered then. And of the 600 people there, i am pretty certain I was the first one to leave the City Hall, as a free man.