Venting

I'm sorry to do this to you, Internets, but ...

We spent days and days calling and emailing and looking online to figure out which USCIS office to send our file to. After searching long and hard and giving up, the embassy finally gave us the number to an office in Vermont. It's the closest office to us. We called them. They were nice. They told us to send everything to them, after which they would contact us to come in and be fingerprinted. We didn't hear from them. Then they wrote to ask us when we planned to return to the US and where we would live. We told them Georgia. (We probably should have just said Vermont.) Anyway, I come home from 2 1/2 weeks of running around the US visiting family to a message from some guy at USCIS in Atlanta saying he needs to speak to us about our file. Only I can't call him back because it's Saturday night of a long, long holiday weekend. Great.

I know, I know. This is so NOT a big deal. I'm sure we'll call him on Tuesday to find out that everything is just peachy and can we please go get fingerprinted at the embassy or Vermont or wherever. But I'm a pessimist. So I can't help but wonder if he's going to tell us there's a problem or that we need to do something else or that there's some new regulation that says we can't adopt because we live in Montreal or look funny or whatever.

We've been doing paperwork for more than a year now. I need this part of the process to end. I'm okay with waiting. I can do waiting. No really, I can wait. But I need the paperwork nonsense to be over for now. This constant "one more thing" business is making me feel like this is never going to happen. Like we're hamsters in a wheel. We're never going to get anywhere. It's starting to feel like some kind of neverending practical joke. We're waiting for the punch line.

On the very bright side, a woman whose story I have been following for ages now just got her referral. And my dear friend Meichell and her husband just brought home their son. We also just returned from a long visit with friends and family in the states, so more on that soon. And I have two cute kitties curled up on the sofa beside me:


Note: CinnamonOpus just inadvertently reminded me that there's at least one good reason to be thankful for this paperwork delay: projectile vomiting.