19 August 2011

More Permanent than Marriage


So it’s official. I’ve renounced my citizenship, my documents finally arrived yesterday.
I am a bit disappointed; normally when you give the government lots of money you get some posh piece of decorated paper - like a passport or citizenship certificate. This time I’ve paid £276 for a few stamped photocopies. The only thing that looks real is the stamp in my cancelled passport.
It feels odd. I can’t say I’m upset it’s gone, but it’s been an integral part of my identity for years. In ways it feels like I’ve closed a chapter of my life, cutting the last strings to a past that has held me back. The years I lived there were hard and painful - and that’s okay, but surely I can now let them go.
By renouncing I’m making a choice about who I am - and I want to move forward.