Not a fancy thing

I received a call this morning from the immigration people telling me that there was a letter on its way regarding my Australian PR application. In the phone she told me that my application would be deferred. This is as expected yet I still had a shiver glimpsed in my brain.

There are too many things shooting at me at one time right now. Although I had been through a worse situation which might have possibly cause my sickness a couple of years ago, the feeling of handling bad lucks is a fancy thing.