Still Here. Still Waiting..

I have been blogging MIA lately. Actually, I have basically been MIA for everything. Everyone who has been through this probably knows what's going on. No one calls me any more because they are afraid to "upset" me by asking if I've heard anything. And I am afraid to call anyone because people answer their phone with "HELLO!!!!", meaning "OH MY GOD DID THEY CALL YOU AND NOW YOU ARE AT THE AIRPORT HEADED TO KOREA??!!!". Then they are completely let down.

I used to read other's blogs and wonder how people could constantly check their emails all day. Now that I am no longer working I realized that I didn't have to constantly check my email because I always had my email working and was on the computer. Now that I have no reason to stay online 24-7 I'm checking my email all the time. I check it at stop lights, when I'm in line for something, when I wake up, before I go to bed, after I take a shower...I'm sure you are getting the picture. And, since I have no work, NO ONE is emailing me! hahahaha. It is so funny. I used to get 100 emails a day easy, now it's just advertisements.

Needless to say, I've been in a bit of a funk. It started in August when I was super anxious. Then I thought they could call me any day, EP!, PP!, TC! And then we would head out. The end of August I learned his emigration permission had not yet been filed. I was upset. I cried. I may have cried at work, at a closing, and maybe other places.

September 10, I learned his EP had been filed! Yeah! I thought "one month, tops!". I was very happy. To this day, it still has not been approved. Apparently, I have been stuck in a quota and an audit.

All this waiting has this waiting has pushed me into the next stage-you guessed it!-DEPRESSION.

The main reason I think I am/was so upset is that for over a year I have been obsessed with blog stalking. I had notes on how long it took all my internet friends to get a referral, to get their EP, PP, TC and everything else in between. I totally had it all planned out.

My research has proved to be worthless. :0 I know everyones process is different. blablabla.

Any who, I guess I'm feeling better now. I woke up in the actual morning. I seem to not be full of unjustified self-pity. :)

We did get another video. I would post it, but its honestly not that awesome. He is basically sitting there looking like "what the H is going on here and who are you people". The funniest part was when the foster mom pulled out the pumpkin coffee I sent her, asked what it was, and then made this funny face and put it back in the bag. That was so funny. I don't know what I was thinking. She probably doesn't even have a coffee maker. I should have sent tea. Oh well.