Honestly, it feels like that sometimes. I mean, if we began counting back through the years with each attempt at Residency…it just “might” add up to 4.32 thousand times.
Yesterday Courtney and I headed in again to try and apply for permanent residency. We had all of our papers in order and the woman who we work with said “bun” (good) many times over as she checked each of our files. But then she noticed that our first visa was issued towards the end of November in 2004. Technically we are 2 months away from our official “5 year” mark. Meaning, that she didn’t let us apply yesterday. She said for us to come back at the end of October so that no one can do anything BUT grant us residency. I understand her reasoning and am totally fine with it. What slightly – ever so slightly – frustrates me about the situation is that each and every time that I, or anyone else for that matter, has gone in to meet with this woman she has told them a different story. For instance, Courtney went in last spring and this same woman, who told us 2 months before was too early to apply, told her that she could apply SIX months early no problem. I kind of laughed a bit inside when she said we couldn’t apply yesterday. Kind of like, well ma’am at least you are consistent in never saying the same thing : ) Regardless, one more month more after 4 1/2 years of trying isn’t a big deal at all. I’m at peace with the situation and know that God’s hand has been in this and in control from the moment I laid eyes on this precious little boy . . .