In preparation for the wedding, or more like the marriage, I’ve been getting my file ready to change status for my next titre de séjour. I even went so far as to get another copy of the translation of my birth certificate, and went over to the CAF for an attestation from them. Turns out it was all unnecessary because…
I’ve been French since June 10th!
Yesterday I slept in, ate lunch early, and got in the car to drive to La Rochelle to get my bac papers to grade. On my way out I thought about checking the mail but was entirely too lazy to do that. So, four hours later, when I got home, Julien had left an unopened envelope on the kitchen table from the French Ministry of the Interior.
Of COURSE it was my naturalization letter! I had planned on getting down to work immediately on my bac papers, but obviously had to go into town to celebrate instead. I feel like everyone should see it printed on my forehead, but of course nobody knows unless I tell them.
So I canceled my prefecture appointment for my now-unneeded titre de séjour and e-mailed a copy of the letter to my employer. I’m unfortunately, as far as I can tell, in some paper-less limbo now that means travel to the US or outside of the Schengen zone is potentially complicated, so fortunately I didn’t have any trips like that planned. Within six months I should get my French birth certificate and be able to request my French national ID card and passport. I’ll be awaiting it excitedly.
It’s been a great summer so far: a great birthday last Friday, a new nationality, and soon, a wedding.