Even amidst all this pain and turmoil, amidst this full scale war of my life, tomorrow is going to be a special day for me. Because of everything that has happened recently, I don't know if the little bit of happiness and pride I have around this special occasion feels more like finally reaching the finish line in a long marathon (and the relief I feel at finally knowing that the end is in sight), or if it feels more like a triumph that will carry me through the rest of my life.
Tomorrow, I officially become a citizen of my adopted country. And in renouncing my birth country, I will have finally burned the bridge behind me. Tomorrow, after almost 10 years, living in my country of choice, I will be officially recognised as a citizen who has pledged her allegience to her adopted country.
This is a special occasion for me. It is rich with symbolism. Though it could be easy to take something like this for granted, it is probably the most significant step I have ever made in my life. I have waited a long time for this. I have worked hard to reach this point. It's been a goal I set for myself a long long time ago but one that was never realised for one reason or another.
But now, finally, I have arrived.
Tomorrow, despite all the wounds I carry on my body, and despite knowing the battle will only continue after the event, I will set the pain aside and celebrate this milestone. It does not matter whether this is the finish line, or if it is only the start of a new race. I will celebrate the victory and I will soak myself in the glory of having reached this juncture.