We’re in the home stretch of this adoption. FPD filed our I-600 while he was in Ghana. A few pieces of the paperwork were a little messed up. Kingsley said he would fix them yesterday and then re-file them at the embassy. So, if our paperwork truly got re-filed, then the last person’s paperwork took about two weeks from this point. I could be heading over there in two weeks. That’s exciting, right?
Then why do I feel this impending sense of doom? Maybe last week’s events finally just hit me. Or, maybe I’m scared of the tiny tornado that’s about to enter our lives. Either way, she seems further away than she ever has before. I just want to be done with this. I just want her to be home. But, I feel like something’s not right. I don’t know what that means, but I don’t like it. Maybe it’s just normal nerves, but part of me thinks it’s something else. I hope not. I REALLY hope not.
who feels doubt creeping in again.