The man on the left is my dad who was Ukrainian. You may note that the photo looks a little odd – the background behind dad is different to the background behind the group on the right. That’s because dad went to a photographer and had himself super imposed onto the photo. The group on … Read more
The 23rd of June 2016 was a dark day for my husband and me. We tried to joke about the referendum, as neither of us actually believed the outcome would be in favour of Brexit. We discussed what country to flee to in the event that it all went disastrously wrong, and settled on Canada. I ranted about how unfair it was that I didn’t get a vote, as a resident for 13 years and a taxpayer for 7 (after 6 years of higher education).
I don’t feel at home anymore…
I’ve been settled in Britain for 31 years, but I don’t feel at home anymore.
I’ve been married to a Brit for 27 years and I have British children. But… as the rules stand, I don’t qualify for Permanent Residency and settled status because I don’t meet the Home Office criteria.