It’s official (finally)! I am a British citizen.
How strange is that? I’m feeling immense relief that it’s over, after a nervous day yesterday waiting for the 5:30 ceremony. I kept thinking, “What if I turn up and they tell me I never registered for the ceremony? Or what if they tell me my check didn’t clear?” It felt a little bit like getting married. Once I did arrive for the ceremony, it still felt a bit like getting married: they gave us all a fresh flower to pin on, ran us through the ceremony, gave us the oath we were required to read. We processed in to some bit of dramatic music, listened to a little speech by the Deputy Lieutenant of Kent County (whatever that means, I really have no idea) and the Vice-Chair of the local county council, swore our oaths, had our photos taken under a portrait of the Queen, signed the official register and–that was it. We were “in.”
I was surprised to discover I wasn’t the only American–I think there were at least two others, as well as individuals from Canada, Australia, Poland, Sri Lanka, Nepal, India, South Africa, Pakistan, and a few other countries I’ve already forgotten.
So, I’ve pledged my oath to do my duty to Queen and country–now what? I’m sure my invitation to dine with the Queen is in the mail.