Posts Tagged 'United States'

Some endlessness

Man, I’m tired of writing. This blog has been suffering for it, as you can probably tell (or not, because you probably have way more interesting things to do). I write to get paid, I write for volunteer efforts (I’ve signed up for a few and they’re panning out quite nicely) and I write ‘home’ to all the wonderful people left behind. So many letters on so many screens…

I’m also tired of introducing myself. I think that’s one thing I’m taking away from this whole move: living in a place where you do not know _a single person_ (other than Beloved, without whom I think I would have crawled under the bed and starved from sheer anxiety,) is exhausting. If social work-outs would lead to muscle growth, I’d be the hulk by now. So many new people in so many new places…

Still, I’m pleased to report that efforts made are paying off. I’ve met the first (of what I hope will be more) wonderful people. The kind that you just sort of naturally ‘fit’  with. It is a luxury to have those people (that’s lesson #2 of The Big Move, I think: Value the good folks) and I treasure them.

As to other opportunities to meet and to cooperate and to act and to make things happen: I wonder how much of it is the side effect of living in a high turnover place. People come and go here all the time and so holes fall into existing networks and this creates a space to move in and move with. Maybe. Or maybe things are working out because they are, with no discernable reason. Lucky me!

I keep thinking that maybe by now I’ve been ‘here’ long enough to develop a more or less qualified opinion of ‘the better and worse’  of this place, but perhaps rule #1 of The Big Move should be ‘ It’s (not better, it’s not worse, its) different.’ Which it is. One of the most ‘different’ things is that I really need to stop showing up precisely on time, That’s just ‘not done’  around here: I’ve not been to a single event that started as announced. I’ll give it my best try, but I am terrible at being late, so I don’t know if I’ll succeed.



The holidays are officially over

and life seems to have gone back to break-neck speed. The pictures of our holiday are sorted and organized, we went to the zoo and I even sorted the pictures from that (a selection of those soon to come) and last night the realtor came to discuss the lack of interest in our house. I plan on fixing it up some more and then take new pictures and have an Open House Day in early spring in the hopes of getting some people in. Tomorrow I start volunteering at the local pet shelter. Today I have the official goodbye-party from my job. Life is brimmingly full with all matters of work and opportunity

Then, last night, close to midnight I received an e-mail from USCIS. It was our e-mail version of NOA2, the notice that means that our petition has been approved and we’re allowed to start on the second part of the visa process. Woahoooooooooooo!!!

I’m restraining myself from typing in all caps, okay.. I’m kind of excited, right now. Couldn’t really sleep, last night.

That’s way faster than we could ever expect. Our petition was handled by the National Benefits Center, an office very newly appointed to help out with all the petitions. For those who care about such things: the average wait time between NOA1 (acceptance of petition) and NOA2 (appoval of petition) is easily three months. For some service centers (places where they  handle petitions), the wait can be up to five months. And that’s only if you managed to file this massive pile of papers absolutely flawlessly. If you made a mistake, you can receive an RFE (Request for Evidence) and need to resend papers, or even send in more proof of the ‘bona fides’ of your love for your partner. If you get an RFE, add another 4 to 6 weeks to your processing time.

Our dates? We received NOA1 on November 8, 2012. And NOA2 on January 2, 2013. It’s insane. We’re so, so lucky!

The next weeks will now be filled with a considerable amount of scrounging for paperwork. But, maybe, if we play it right, we could be all done in April, or so. That would give us five months before having to be in the US. Oh, the places we’ll go!

Excuse my while I do a silly dance.

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