“Where are you going? How long are you here? Where are you staying? How do you know the person you are staying with? How did you meet? How long have you known each other? What does your friend do? What do you do? Where do you live?” The immigrations officer fired question after question at me.
I stood at the counter, silently praying she would stop asking questions and stamp my passport.
Fortunately, she did.
I had spent my entire flight across the Atlantic paranoid. When I went to check in online earlier in the day, I was informed I had to call the airline — that my trip was beyond the limit for travel and a visa was required.
My heart nearly jumped into my chest.
How could I have missed this? I thought I was good to go.
I spoke with an agent on the phone and she explained my ticket extended beyond the 90 days the UK allows without a visa, and if I wasn’t staying there that long, I needed to show proof.
Not a problem. I had printed out two boarding passes for Ryan Air to Ireland clearly showing I was not staying in London more than six days, and continuing after Ireland to Spain.
At ticketing at Dulles, I was again questioned. I explained what was going on and it seemed to work for them.
“Oh good,” I commented when the agent began to print my boarding pass. “I was really worried for a moment I wouldn’t be allowed to fly.”
“Yeah,” she began. “I’m still not sure you can.”
And, for a second time that day, my heart jumped into my throat.
But, I was quickly calmed once another agent came over and said they simply had to warn me there was a chance I would be turned around upon arriving in London since I did not have a visa.
After hugging and kissing (and a little bit of crying, I’m not going to lie), I said goodbye to my parents at security and headed to my gate.
The flight was packed and sleep was hard to come by, so of course, my mind began to wander to different scenarios upon my arrival in London. The worst of which was being turned around and sent home.
When I walked up to the agent at immigration I wasn’t as nervous as I thought I would be, but still a bit panicked.
As she began her interrogation, I could nearly picture myself being turned around and placed back on a plane to DC. Once I had the all-clear to enter the UK, I ran to grab my pack and called home to let them know I was accepted into the country and counting my lucky stars.
At least I know how to answer immigration questions like a pro.