A sentimental journey

About a year ago I flew to Bergen via Dubrovnik. That is the sunset I photographed while landing in Dubrovnik (no sunsets in Bergen in late October, rain as always). Anyway it was too late for a sunset. I had this fantastic idea I was going to visit Odd, whom I had married the month before. So I turned up at my boss's office and asked for days off (every time I have to ask people for favours, loans, anything, I feel like I'd rather not be there - it's not me asking, it's just those terrible circumstances that are totally beyond my control). So I got leave on Tuesday, and was on the plane on Saturday, to spend a precious week with my husband.
A year later, I'm still here in my hometown in Croatia as Norwegian immigration laws don't allow people from outside EU to live with their spouses until being granted the residence permit. And mine still hasn't been granted. We've been married for 13 months.
We're still travelling both ways, and we have no home we call our own. He stays with me here or I stay with him there.
There are days when I don't have doubts about what's to come. On other days like today I am apprehensive, having second thoughts about moving to a country which has a law that says newlyweds are not allowed to live together for some time (at least not there).
But there must be some higher purpose in that. It's just me, complaining about the horrible circumstances which are forever messing my life.
I don't like myself complaining - what's the use? Like I'm letting some officials actually create where I live? Never.